ICE AGE (FEAT. TRAVIS SCOTT)

Mm, mm Yeah, yeah, yeah Mm (yeah, yeah) Yeah Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay She know my phone number, but how 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, she 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-ah) Up the hill, it's over drastic I hope you gassed it, I'm over-gassed, you crashed it The last one elasted, tried to find real in plastic Them other hoes is mass thick Way you rock the classics, classic, bomb, bombastic The setup of 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 nun like the church And come to my player's club, I'm Dollar Bill Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay She know my phone number, but how 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, she 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 fazed I say, "Can I get you up for? Hey Can I get you up 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' Sip 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 there, baby, you know you in here faded Know you in here faded Know you in here faded