Текст песни ICE AGE (FEAT. TRAVIS SCOTT) - Travis Scott , Don Toliver

Mm, mm
Yeah (Yeah)
Mm (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah

Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number by heart, she think I'm Mike Jones
Why I had to put it down in the ice age?
Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?
With your dog, shit can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (Space)
Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (Space)
When we disconnect the wi-fi (Ah)

Up the hill, it's over drastic
I hope you gassed it, I'm over-gassed you crashed it
The last one that lasted, tried to find real in plastic
Them other hoes is mass thick
Way you rock the classics, classic, bomb, bombastic (Bomb)
The setup for the dynasty is looking dynastic
You know the Don nasty
The Mudboy's nasty, you know the Jack nasty, you know the— (Know the)
You know that Fay' nasty, you know the Chase (Know the Chase)
You know the Chase nasty, you know my place (Place)
My place is like the afties, that's word to Niel (Word to Niel)
I'm a knight off in the night, ain't gotta kneel (Nah)
One night with me, was the tea, but don't you spill (Ah)
Though that body fake, baby, keep it real
If he hit, don't give him none like the church
And come to my players club, I'm Dollar (Bill)

Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay
She know my phone number by heart, she think I'm Mike Jones
Why I had to put it down in the ice age?
Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone
You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?
With your dog, shit can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong
Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (Space)
Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (Space)
When we disconnect the wi-fi

In the 713, I'm faced
I say, "Can I get you out for a day?
Can I get you out in the city?"
My girl in here, baby girl in here
We throwin' it good, okay, keep throwin' the air (Throwin' the air)
Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best
Swing to the hood when you need some help
Handlebars, she on my handlebars
She like the finer things and all my candy cars
Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best (Doin' your—)
Swing to the hood when you need some help (Need some)
I'm in the Continental, got her dancin'
Sippin' pineapple, bitch candy (Yup)
Quarter million dollars, got 'em fancy (Yeah)
Two hundred on the dash, don't chance it

Gotta leave the song on, it's your song, babe
H-Town, hold it down, yeah, you goin' crazy
See you in the Bay, bae, you know you in here faded
Know you in here faded
Know you in here faded