Lyrics Ain't My Style - Da Epic Squad

I got ice yeah
You know I cop it twice
Shawty looking mighty fine
Boy you know she ain't my style
A homie pass
Sixty-Nine a mile
You said you got hella hoes
But they ain't got no style
Got no ice
I got ice yeah
You know I cop it twice
Shawty looking mighty fine
Boy you know she ain't my style
A homie pass
Sixty-Nine a mile
You said you got hella hoes
But they ain't got no style
Got no ice

You ain't got no ice
But all my diamonds bling
Ya you got a bunch of baddies
Boy they all call me a king
Ya you know we winning everything
You should Give me a ring
Ya you losing on the SoundCloud grind
Boy you know that it must sting
Like bee
But ain't no bee
It is me
Put you down
To your knees
All your homies they be pleading
But my squad won't let em free
All my homies they got drip
Fendi on my crocs looks at my feet

I got ice yeah
You know I cop it twice
Shawty looking mighty fine
Boy you know she ain't my style
A homie pass
Sixty-Nine a mile
You said you got hella hoes
But they ain't got no style
Got no ice
I got ice yeah
You know I cop it twice
Shawty looking mighty fine
Boy you know she ain't my style
A homie pass
Sixty-Nine a mile
You said you got hella hoes
But they ain't got no style
Got no ice

All these hoes on my dick yeah
Rona like I'm sick yeah
Diamonds on my hand
Like a faucet, I got drip now
Fendi on my fabrics
Yeah you know that I stay dripped up
Talking shit bout me yeah you know you get hit up
Wrist looking icy
Wrist like some ice cream
Yeah I am on that 'Rari sippin all up on some Ice Tea
Woke up told myself to go and get some money
Funny funny
All these hoes act funny
Ever since I stacked up this paper hoes been acting chummy
Vvs on my neck, yeah my nose getting runny
Gucci on my rags
They still got the tags
I'm still popping tags
Foreign moving fast

I got ice yeah
You know I cop it twice
Shawty looking mighty fine
Boy you know she ain't my style
A homie pass
Sixty-Nine a mile
You said you got hella hoes
But they ain't got no style
Got no ice