Lyrics
Taking all your time, stone cold tonight, blinded by your side
You keep changing whenever that chain on you
You keep changing and I don't know what to do
Awful records
Listen, listen, listen
Okay, yeah
Okay, I'm riding around the 6, yeah
I'm still on gang shit, cup look like paint chips
Still on that same, my chain ancient
It's cursed, it make me ain't shit
Pointers in my ears and my pinky on some lil' quaint shit
Told that lil' hoe, come here, come drink me
She love to drain shit
Used to be freaked out, fucked out, now she on tame shit
Damn
I don't blame her, I don't blame her, yeah
I can't blame her, I can't blame her
I can't blame her, I can't blame her
I can't blame her, I can't blame her
Where my ice, where my ice, where my ice
Where my ice, where my ice, where my ice
Where my ice, where my ice, where my ice, where my ice?
Don't you see how bright it is?
City girls and country girls be tellin' me how tight it is
Ooh bitch, you're looking like you're like what you see
Why don't you come over and check up on it
I'll throw a check up on it, put your press-ons on it
While a nigga get to pressing on it
Chain get to talking to these bitches, they start undressing for me
Necklace got a mind of it's on, I'm just a vessel for it
Riding in an AMG vessel, the bezel less important
When I hit the street, it's orchestral
Them pistons get the whoring; pussies get to pouring
Shit look like some porn
Yeah, hoe got good form and she foreign and she fine
When she get bored, she let me bore it in her spine
I'm on that type of time, I'm on that type of time
I'm on that type of time, I'm on that type timing
I'm on that type of time, I'm on that type of time
I'm on that type of time, I'm on that type of time
Who on this type of time, who on this type of time?
Bitch on that type of time, she on that type of time