Lyrics Yea - Young Chop feat. Bump J

I got ice in my pendant yea
Triple k for my gold yea
I rock Christian Dior yea
You don′t know what's in store yea
I got ice in my pendant yea
Triple k for my gold yea
I rock Christian Dior yea
You don′t know what's in store yea

Had the digital day day
Take it to my jeweler ice out the face
It be two tone
I spent like 80k
My money too long what bitch imma fuck today
Yeaaaaaa
I fucked your bitch and passed her, ayy
Then the homie smashed her, ayy
No cigarettes no cancer, ayy
Poured 4 in my fanta, ayy
Percocets got me throwin up
All this weed imma smoke it up
If you got a backwood roll it up
Yea yea yea yea

I don't know why
These percocets got me itchin′,
These percocets got me itchin′, yea yea
I don't know why
Keep that .40 Glock with extension,
Keep that .40 Glock with extension, yea yea

I got ice in my pendant yea
Triple k for my gold yea
I rock Christian Dior yea
You don′t know what's in store yea
I got ice in my pendant yea
Triple k for my gold yea
I rock Christian Dior yea
You don′t know what's in store yea

I threw big rocks on my all my Rollies
My neck is frozen bitch I′m glowin'
I keep it on me I'm not goin′
Run up on me bitch I′m gloin'
Louis Vuitton, I got every pair
Valentino, Margiela, yea
Me and chop so heavy, yea
We respected everywhere
I just copped another wraith
Didn′t fuck your girl I fucked her face
Copped a fatty and flipped the face
Look like I robbed, another chase

I don't know why
All these feelings got me numb,
All these feelings got me numb yea yea
I don′t know why
Keep that .40 Glock with the drum,
Keep that .40 Glock with the drum yea yea

I got ice in my pendant yea
Triple k for my gold yea
I rock Christian Dior yea
You don't know what′s in store yea
I got ice in my pendant yea
Triple k for my gold yea
I rock Christian Dior yea
You don't know what's in store yea