paroles de chanson Iced to Death - Lil Flexer

Bitch I'm iced to death
Hunnid thousand on my neck
I be countin' all these checks
And you know I gotta flex
I be fucking on your ex
And your money getting less
Like I'm Lil Pump, I be next
And your room look like a mess

Why you dissed X, Vic Mensa, you already a dead man
You thought that your future is so bright, well it just got a big sun tan
You didn't get a hit since 2015, now U gon' be Mad
You should give up on music and go join the Old Man Dad
The ice be falling from the roof
I just pulled up in a coupe
You can't even make a loop
Like the Sub Man eat some poop
I just put 300k on my wrist
You go to worst rappers your name on the list
You tried to shoot me but you couldn't do it and you missed
You wanna come fight well show me your fist
All this ice blinding you you tried to come and diss
Why you all hating on me when you sleep in piss
You come home to your room and I'm fucking on your bitch
You try to come inside but she suckin on some dick

Bitch I'm iced to death
Hunnid thousand on my neck
I be countin' all these checks
And you know I gotta flex
I be fucking on your ex
And your money getting less
Like I'm Lil Pump, I be next
And your room look like a mess
Bitch I'm iced to death
Hunnid thousand on my neck
I be countin' all these checks
And you know I gotta flex
I be fucking on your ex
And your money getting less
Like I'm Lil Pump, I be next
And your room look like a mess

Bitch I got the uzi
I be rockin' fuckin' Gucci
I get pateks like they're smoothies
And I buy one every Tuesday
Your old bitch she got some booty
I be shootin' like a movie
I got blood like a jacuzzi
And you think it's really spooky
I pull up with the glock
You ain't got no fucking cock
Imma pull up in my whip
You a waiter you get tipped
You get death like you the grips
You be sleeping like you sick
All this ice on me you slipped
We gon' shoot you know we crips

Bitch I'm iced to death
Hunnid thousand on my neck
I be countin' all these checks
And you know I gotta flex
I be fucking on your ex
And your money getting less
Like I'm Lil Pump, I be next
And your room look like a mess
Bitch I'm iced to death
Hunnid thousand on my neck
I be countin' all these checks
And you know I gotta flex
I be fucking on your ex
And your money getting less
Like I'm Lil Pump, I be next
And your room look like a mess