Icey Dicey

[Verse 1]
Man, I fucked every bitch in Toronto
Livest party in my condo
I got Teesha, Deesha and Donna
It's like Easter pink in my sauna, ha
Fucked up but I'm still drivin'
Fucked up but I'm still drivin'
Nah, I'm playin' that's a joke
Where the fuck is my real driver?
I'm ill droppin', she pill poppin'
They black ballin', I'm still droppin'
And I'm toned up on that rail stop
And them fuck boys never will stop
5'9 and she 5'2
Bad as fuck but she fine too
Fuck is wrong with these hoes, bruh?
My pocket know so I'm fined tuned
And I break a chick, make a chick
Lay down and take a dick
Spendin' the night with your baby like we tryna babysit
Nah nigga, we tryna get at your lady lips
Only hop in and step in our Mercedes whip
Stop, let me get guap
Walk in the room like, "Bitch, let me get top"
Pay me to fuck me bitch, tell me to guap
We got them bitches a penny a pop
Pennies a pop, then they got drop
Man, I'm on top, nigga, damn it, don't stop
Y'all don't want walk where them blamers gon' pop
I say damn it, I wreck it like Hannibal Lecter
Back on my solid, this animal settin'
No actin', no anger just hand me the Tec
I back off the thing and leave chesses like checkers
The freshest don't even come check on my check
And it's pay low and I bailout
We'd be talkin', that's pain up
Foreign car, I'm sittin' tall
It's so hard just to lay low
What's wrong with my wrist? Eyeball, eyelids
She call me cocky 'cause she can't suck my dick
It's too bad I'm too fly, how was your girl? How was your girl?
Two words ooh, ah, come tell my nigga woosah
Drinkin' liquor with my niggas
Wifin' down on like 20 hoes
I know that I'ma get caught but shit nigga, it's plenty more
Hennessy, we can get poured up on Hennessy
Roll up and twist up the remedy
Fuckin' with bitches that's 20 that look like they 23
Tellin' you, you don't want me as an enemy, no

[Chorus]
Call it what you want, call this shit player
She be on it, uh, she fuck with my player
Me, I'm tryna cut, cut, clear
She gon' make them payments
If I think she savin'
Then I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck

[Verse 2]
Man, what the fuck's wrong with these hoes, bruh?
King shit no cobra
Got a sling clip no shoulder
Strap on a nigga holster
Back on a nigga, back home
Like post ups I'm in the wrong truck
Ghost ridin, hittin' four sluts
My nigga Jay shinin' with the gold cuts
Like G shit, damn nigga, I'm the shit
Caught in it like shark fins, I'm like damn nigga, I'm sea sick
T slick on that G shit
I got a whip colder than my bracelet
Hatin' hard and you ain't my dog, like why you all on that flea shit?
G6, plane flights
J's on, plain flights
Cut you late, I hit your dame twice
And then fuck the frame up in the same night
I'm in a thing tight and what's your name right?
And what's your frame like?
They claimin' I'm drunk drivin'
Get off my dick, I'm in the lane right? Right
Damn it, I'm so on, man I'm more on
Than the main light on the main street
In the daylight with my chain bright
I got a dame white, it's all taint rights
And it ain't right but I do it though
Actin' like you got all that bread
It ain't like you, got too much dough
Where you goin' with all that head?
I ain't up for talkin' I know shorty like my features so
It's I between them double Ds sort of like Adidas
I got hoes as bad as my features
Plus some .44 for the preachers
These shorties know I got heaters
Clip up on ya hip just like beepers
Chicks put on my dick, just like keep the lips
All that shit just between them hips
She pillow bite like she teethin'
I get major brain 'til I'm genius, Lord
They ball, chain my double for time
And your bitch here still callin'
I dig her like we ain't got women I see, I like women spicy like they Cajun
So if I could fuck one word then I'd be fuckin' amazin'

[Chorus]
Call it what you want, call this shit a player
She be on it, uh, she fuck with my player
Me, I'm tryna cut, cut, clear
She gon' make them payments if I think she savin'
Then I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck
I might let her fuck

[Outro]
Come my nigga Jay got dough
Got this block on my wrist
If you're lookin' for your bitch, she on top of our dicks, JJ
This all yours, it's T, nigga, you know what I mean, nigga
That beautiful nigga you talk shit at your funeral, nigga
And fuck wrong with these hoes, bruh?
I meet a bad bitch, I might let her fuck
You know what I'm sayin'?
You can't just fuck me for free
I might let you fuck, baby
Can't just fuck me, bitch