So Icey Slither 1.5

[Intro]
Wavier than a [?], the wavy man
Nigga, I got a better car, I got better songs
I look better, I got more bitches, nigga
I just live better than you, nigga
I'm the best, nigga, you niggas sittin' around at the gym
You niggas…

[Verse]
So icey slither, jump out the Audi
If it ain't 'bout money, then don't call me
When I get on them Percs I feel nauseous
Real slithery nigga, so move with caution
In the blink of an eye, I up and rob you
Got flip for the junkies like Craig Mack
They know Papi fifties B-I-G
Auntie don't need one, let me lеave
You did four on a row, baby, take it easy
Can't afford for you to bе in here ODin'
I'll rob a nigga for no damn reason
Had five bands on me, I ain't even need it
Hood nigga, I like my noodles with Cheese Itz’
Got a belt cookin' dope, I'm undefeated
7.62s will flip your beamer
My wrist spin like Hurricane Katrina
Stove always there every time I need it
I'm still hearin' voices but I never see 'em
You can't make this shit up, they think I'm tweakin'
Can't leave the game alone, Unc' and Auntie need me
I remember when I went OT for a weekend
A hundred missed calls 'cause they ain't see me
They know I show love, I don't do 'em greasy
When this shit lock up, it's hard as cement
Keep the Glock [?], I know they schemin'
If you run up on me, I'ma say cheese you
I gotta stop poppin' Percs but I really need 'em
Two 30s back-to-back, Papi, take it easy
I'll punch the fuck outta a nigga
Put my Timbs on, stomp the fuck outta a nigga
Backhand slap the fuck out your sister
Papi diagnosis, Slithery syndrome
Keep me the fuck out of your mentions
Niggas rappin' about street shit but never did it
Real street nigga with a bankroll
Long live street money, bankroll
Wake up in the mornin', feel like Shawty Lo
Cheatin' on my bitch with the stove
I'm strapped the fuck up, G.I. Joe
These niggas move just like CB4
They want me dead, they wanna see me broke
I feel like Boosie on death row
I'm 50 Cent, you Fat Joe
Junkies come to the backdoor
I do not wear no goddamn Yeezys
I pray to a money rag, not Jesus
I picked up a Bible but didn't read it
I just need the papers to roll my weed in
Abuela said I act just like a demon
The words you speak, you better mean it
So icey slither, I'm not anemic
I know you say you trap, I just don't believe it
I'm the real Killa Cam, I really mean it
Auntie like, "Papi, I really need it"
When you talkin' to me, watch how you speakin'
I dove headfirst straight to the deep end
5.56s break down your defense
I don't care what happen as long as we win
If we talkin' about money, then count me in
Neph and the stove my only friends