BOBBY

LYRICS⬇️
I been makin hits
I been makin money
Got it all legit 
My money not funny
Imma bring the rain 
When the day is sunny
imma get to sprayin 
you gon get to running
I met two twins, they was barely legal
we had a three some that’s barely legal
the party gon jump when I drop the needle 
go to a hbcu cause i love my people

it’s February tell a white bitch I need them reparations not the conversation (need that mouth)
put the tube down her throat like she was a patient
tell her breathe thru her nose like Kevin gates and imma get that cheese like a rat in a maze
I need a bitch real spicy like I’m eating some Cajun 
like my bitches asian 
My life amazing
I’m fly like raven
my money straight and
yours dry like raisin
I’m money cravin (damn)
I’m strong and brave(damn)
put on the face(damn)
and I fight the pain(damn)
I ain’t hippity
man this hop it ain’t shit to me
speak on my name you got dropped like a Kennedy (damn)
I got that aiming affinity
fuck what you is what you finna be (damn)
switch got ya big body holey like trinity (oh my)
shooters on go when I snap like infinity

I been makin hits (yo he’s spittin right now dawg)
I been makin money
Got it all legit 
My money not funny
Imma bring the rain 
When the day is sunny
imma get to sprayin 
you gon get to running

hit ‘em like a master then we mix em, I don’t do no dissin
heard these niggas sayin that they dogs, so I had to fix em
Put em on a list, and cross em off, he gon end up missin
Imma get the money jump off cause I had the vision (I’m gone)
I finally made it Im becoming the man that  I’m posted to be (okay)
I got my wifey in the bed n we freakin like jodeci
I hold my money cozily don’t know which one mean mo to me 
this girl she really close to me but the money got hold of me

the money deadass got like a death grip on me that shit is really crazy
like, the money be gripping me harder than I be gripping BBLs in the club

Black History Month

LYRICS⬇️
I got a dm and all it said was “fuck my wife”
He sent a picture of a woman said “she love to suck pipe”
I text back I’m like “huh?” He said “yeah that’s right,
And every time you bust you get a band on sight”
I’m thinking damn this rlly sketchy they could take my life
But 1k.. to cum? Man I like that price
I got a K in the car, Imma go there tonight 
And if this couple movin funny they won’t leave there alive 


I’m like damn this shit don’t feel right, they Might take my kidney out
But damn I bet she feel tight, think I might go fifty rounds 
Damn I might lose 50 pounds 
Calculate that’s fifty thou (yup)
Fifty bands in my hand man my mom ‘a be proud
His wife is lookin good, fuck it send the addy  (damn)
Imma make him go out bad she gon call me daddy (damn)
I’ll be playin with that cake like her name Patty (just like this)
I’m like fuck the risk man I need this money badly

Hit the whip, meet em at the motel
The weirdo shake my hand “pal I hope it goes well”
Where she at man? “Go inside and see” (what?)
I’m thinkin what the hell this mothafucka say to me?? (Yeah, I’m gonna die)
I walk in, there she is to my relief (thank god)
She lookin bad as hell told me go and grab drink (drink?)
Grab a drink? No ma’am I’m finna grab you 
I got her laughin, ah man I’m such a smooth dude

(Speed up)
So we start talkin, she start touching
I look over see the husband
What’s he doin? Messin with something 
But I don’t care cause now she suckin
Look, she making sounds he’s never heard before
He getting tight and his eyes are saying find the door 
I’m givin long dick no this not no metaphor 
I’m the bull man-

Oh, yo watch the fu-
wha- what the fu-
you just like me with something?
wh- what?
[Q falls]
“Oh my god! What did you do??”
“I did what I needed to do Karen. I could not. Keep letting. That n-“

Bull (One of Qs Classic Hoe Stories) Pt 1

LYRICS⬇️
uh uh,
you gon follow you gon do whatever we say
she getting these shots like tjay

and my baddie gon get what she like, so you know that I buy whatever she say
she a yellow bone look like ice spice, but she getting these shots, lil tjay
and she throwin that ass when the DJ
got all of my tracks on replay
and the ice on my neck like a ski day
had to get away, for a me day
and baby you know you look good 
So why you gotta worry bout what they say? 
and TFO don’t sip mud
pourin 42 till I fadeaway

oh woah who at that door?
come thru that bitch and be ready to float
meet uh, my little friend call him Draco 
opposition all dropped down to the floor 
all of my team we be makin that money we don’t even know how we just blink and it grow
im getting paper my weed is Jamaican we get higher alien on pluto
Bro I’m that nigga I walk in the function and errbody scream oh my god TFO
adding more lyrics and added more bullets, my tracks and my straps both gon have extendos
I’m finna throw, hunnid shells down the opp block
ready to shoot, we don’t wait for the shot clock
she not a hoe, but she giving that bop bop
she in the function she wearing a crop top
show me them titties my god I’m a fiend
she flash me like lightning I’m rockin mcqueens
I kidnapped your bitch she ain’t makin a peep
And she ask for this dick every day of the week

IceSpice Freestyle

Still trying out sounds, trying to see what fits me 

it’s all entertainment, don’t take my lyrics or jokes too 
seriously

IceSpice Freestyle

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