Ice

I stand on the backseat and shoot out the ceiling

I tie up my dreadlocks to look more appealing

My young nigga just got booked for a body

I told him, "Don't give up, hope and appeal it"

Project baby, you wouldn't understand

This life that I'm living if you didn't live it

I hit his car up with so many bullets on block

Xzibit couldn't even fix it

I told God, "If my homie got devious ways

I'ma kill him soon as he reveal it"

I had a show out in Houston

My blow homie gave me a Draco and told me to kill it

Fucking on fine shit, fine shit

I put ice on a ho when the bitch turn frigid (damn)

I got pulled over in a SRT

But the fed was a fan, he ain't give me no ticket

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

Quit telling me what you gon' buy, uh (yeah)

I tell 'em just do it like Nike, uh (damn)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice, yeah)

I can turn a nigga white tee tie-dye (yeah)

I was in high school high, sky high (damn)

Who brought the Chop'? They can kiss 'em bye-bye (brrt)

I pull up and bully nigga like a fish fry (damn)

She gave me the pum-pum, that shit fire (yeah)

She saying my name, screaming out big Fi' (yeah)

Her best friend mad she ain't get no tries

Stank-ass bitch got a UTI, yeah

Play with my top, I'll ice your nigga

I walk in the club at the pipe show, nigga (yeah)

So many guns like a pipe show, nigga (yeah)

I'm the big slime, bitch, I'm a python, nigga

Posted, you greener than GEICO, nigga (yeah)

I put all my opps on they cycle, nigga (yeah)

Face shot, now you a cyclone, nigga (yeah)

Mix the brown with the white like Michael, nigga

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

Quit telling me what you gon' buy, uh (yeah)

I tell 'em just do it like Nike, uh (damn)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

Bitch, think I got a lot of gold rings

These motherfucking brass knuckles, uh

If I got a .30 on my hip

That means I'm chilling with my uncle, uh

Uppercut you, downward spiral

Hit your organs, vital, uh

I don't even like to fight, bitch, I just like survival

This ain't a sword, this a muhfuckin' knife

This ain't a pick, this a muhfuckin' scythe (what?)

This ain't no Molly, it gotta be ice

Let 'em mix it all up with the Tuss and the Sprite

Let's go, pussy, never got a manifesto

Tech blow, heavy metal to the face, Deathstroke

Presto, I get the shit that I like

So the crackers gon' think I sell Molly by night, huh

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

Quit telling me what you gon' buy, uh (yeah)

I tell 'em just do it like Nike, uh (damn)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

Quit telling me what you gon' buy, uh (yeah)

I tell 'em just do it like Nike, uh (damn)

This not Molly, it's ice, uh (ice)

This not Molly, it's ice (ice)

Ice, ice, ice

Ice, ice, ice, ice

Yeah, damn

Ice, ice, ice