Текст песни Envy - Icy Narco

Yeah, man, it feels good to finally drop some music
I'm 'bout to freeze the streets (Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti)
Frozen family, gang shit (I really be drippin' just like Bacardi, drip)
(And my neck looking like a pool party), Yeah, yeah
(Lil' Icy, I'm the heart of the party), Yeah
Don't start shit
No, I don't start shit (Oh, yeah)
Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas

I don't start shit, no
I don't start shit (Yeah)
I don't start shit (No)
I know that you envy me
I see all them signs of jealousy (Jealously)
I'm a legend, this my legacy, yeah (Legacy)
Fuck me to my melodies
I'ma break you down mentally
Frozen demons, frozen entities
Back then, yeah, she didn't want to sit next to me
Now you crave me 'cause I'm a celebrity
Got her stressin', left her heart frozen (Brr)
Through stress I smoke a 'Port (You dig)
Pull up flexin' in a Porsche (Skrrt)
Hit your bitch 'cause you a dork
Over my knee, it get dark (Yeah)
Hanging in the trenches, I'ma smoke 'em by the pound (Yeah)
Panoramic vision, yeah, I put this bitch on spark
Keep a Draco in the Jag, of course
Had intercourse before I learned the course
Stripper bitch, I had her leg on the motherfucking purse
Tryin' not to feel cursed, how's he always in first?
Pain into sound, word to scar storage
Dance with the devil, it only get worse
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse
Niggas be fake, fake diamonds and watch (Bling)
Icy Narco at the top
Walk through the gates of Hell from my spot (Yeah)
Put my niggas in the jet, we ball
She infatuated with my car (Yeah)
Yeah, my demons took her soul
Flexin' on my ex, make her hate her life
Doing better without me, bitch, I know that's a lie
Now I'ma watch you cry, I'ma watch you die
Suckin' me for Fendi, but hey, them slides are nice

Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti
I really be drippin' just like Bacardi
And my neck looking like a pool party
Lil' Icy, I'm the heart of the party

Huh, yeah
Shootin' at niggas, it madness (Boom)
Play with my cards, I know magic (Yeah)
You finna die if you think that I'm lacking
You acting like it ain't gon' happen
Nigga, I'll send you my address (Pull up)
Come to my house and I'm lifting my mattress
Sending those bullets of passion
Ayy, this shit look like tennis racket
Ayy, ayy, take your bitch for target practice
Ayy, ayy, fuck her like a porn actress

Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti
I really be drippin' just like Bacardi
And my neck looking like a pool party
Lil' Icy, I'm the heart of the party