(PROD. ILL Instrumentals)
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Lyrics
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HOOK
Ask me if i’m laid low bitch i might be 
Catch me wearing ice shoes witha white tee
I want a gold chain want a rolex
Hoe wtf you say what you told me (x2)

V1:
I decided that i dont listen to the hoes now
With all the bs i could see they asses throwin that around
Honestly i’m tryna make to the throne right now 
And if you standing in my way i’ll prolly put you in the ground
Can’t  nobody stand the wave if you aint riding then you drowned 
All my friends and i we smile when we see you fucking frown
Dear fake freidns i’m truely sorry at  my party kick you out
Dear fake friends im truely sorry now you see me wit the clout
I got 3 phones please avoid the other 2
Ones for the plug and the others just for mves
moma hates i drink the postion yeah i guess she don’t approve 
But i don’t give a fuck i’m jus doin what i do 
Yeah i’m whippin in a 4 door one day ima get the coup
Act like you know me but you do not got a clue
Everybody calls me sick but  i’m much more than a flue
All my verses meanin somethin yeah they stick to me like glue

HOOK
Ask me if i’m laid low bitch i might be 
Catch me wearing ice shoes witha white tee
I want a gold chain want a rolex
Hoe wtf you say what you told me (x2)

V2:
I don’t understand all your stupid bs
Yeah i know i’m makin money don’t hit no mo licks
All these fake people think i can’t see through their tricks
And all these fuckin lames need to hop up off dick
I be wearing ice shoes when you see me in my whip 
Please when you see me blowin up don’t get pissed 
I got straight for the kill i don’t no assist 
Got this on my own guess i got a fuckin gift
           they can’t see the vision so of course they gona hate 
I tried to tell the ppl plrz  jus hold up woah wait
I Wanna be like 21 nd count to fuckin eight
Don’t wanna be a broke boy let’s just get  that straight 
So i’m still at work yeah i’m gonna be home late
Ill mf with way too much on his plate
And i still don’t shit bout what you say
And I’m still at the function  pourin up more drinks

HOOK:
Ask me if i’m laid low bitch i might be 
Catch me wearing ice shoes witha white tee
I want a gold chain want a rolex
Hoe wtf you say what you told me (x2)

Ice shoes with a white t (Prod. Ill Instrumentals)

I didn't know what I was alive for until I knew what I would die for

Ice shoes with a white t (Prod. Ill Instrumentals)

Notebook Of Contempt