Lyrics Red Bottom Ice Picks - Corey Patrick

Louis on me and on all my niggas
That's a Louis army
Louis was the truth
The world so wonderful, we truly got it
Shawty used to say that she was busy
Now she say she bout it
But a bitch ain't really all that now I call her gassed up thottie
Seen me in the party
My chain shining like my jeweler got me
At the function tryna function and I got my crew around me
Why you always watching other people's pockets nigga stop it
If I tell my nigga bring a gun you bouta see some rockets

Hallelujah for my medula and my paper and my ruler
Chosen nigga
I don't wanna school ya but I'll teach ya
I'm just preaching what I practice before I meet the reaper
I never thought I would get dough for a feature
Rhyming in the skatepark with my home boy Creature
I never thought I'd have to stand at the cedar
In the court room for the dope in my sneaker

And she like the finer thangs
Designer thangs
The red bottom ice picks
And the diamond rangs
Girl I'm into rocking out
Not poppin' out
I'm big living
Big pimpin' that's what I'm about
I'm on to the bigger thangs
And better thangs
I shop for stars baby
I can't cop no wedding rangs
And you know me
Aye
Baby you know me
Aye