Lyrics
Jake Angel on the track
I've been sipping heavy on this whiskey lately
Smoking back to back like a hippie, baby
Paranoid it seems like everybody acting shady
Uh, uh
It's probably all this ice on my neck (yeet, yeet)
Got a check (yeet, yeet)
From the mud, dawg, I can't help but flex
Got a price on my head (yeet, yeet)
Still ain't dead
When they ask me where I'm at, I'm with my Glock and infrared
Bitch, I was raised up in the trap, we had bales like the farm
Grew up eating ramen noodles, no milk with my lucky charms
That shit done changed, I done spent a hundred racks on my new charm
.40 always on my hip, it's for the opps, don't be alarmed
Heard they got a price on my head they just can't collect
Man, that fully auto TEC, that bitch there will make a mess
Wet you up, then I skrrt in that 'Vette to the jet
You ain't waking up from the nap when you laid to rest
I've been sipping heavy on this whiskey lately
Smoking back to back like a hippie, baby
Paranoid it seems like everybody acting shady
Uh, uh
It's probably all this ice on my neck (yeet, yeet)
Got a check (yeet, yeet)
From the mud, dawg, I can't help but flex
Got a price on my head (yeet, yeet)
Still ain't dead
When they ask me where I'm at, I'm with my Glock and infrared
My whip start before I get in it, broke, I was down on my dick for a minute
I like my bitches thick like Serena, I like my diamonds big on my tennis
If a bitch run up, I'ma just catch me a sentence, ay
Blood splattered like a bitch on her period, end of the sentence
Man, I'm the goat of my city, I'm tryna take over the world
You wasn't giving her shit, so I gave her this nut like a squirrel
She don't wanna rock no CZ's, she want them diamonds and pearls
But after I fuck, you can have her right back, 'cause I don't want your girl (no, no, no)
I've been sipping heavy on this whiskey lately
Smoking back to back like a hippie, baby
Paranoid it seems like everybody acting shady
Uh, uh
It's probably all this ice on my neck (yeet, yeet)
Got a check (yeet, yeet)
From the mud, dawg, I can't help but flex
Got a price on my head (yeet, yeet)
Still ain't dead
When they ask me where I'm at, I'm with my Glock and infrared