Lyrics

Walk a fine line between bold and brash
Ice on my wrist looks like frozen tag 
Eulogy just for this brand new swag
Quarter P if he wants smoke that bad
I tote, I tote I tote I tote the rock
I tote, I tote I tote I tote the rock
Diamonds a zebra with Adidas
 Black and white stripes she a diva
Turn down the lights I can’t see ya
Oh, that’s my ice she anemic
Wicked, wicked wicked wicked
Things I’ve seen may turn your kidneys
What’s on my sleeve that’s chrome heart plenty
Tin can man make her drop her panties
I skate on thin ice, what’s my life?
Jump out the gym, satellite
Boy, you a brim cut the cap
Need an ice pack if I ride with this heat in my,
Heat in my lap
Germaphobe, I’m not giving no dap
Honor roll, I might be on a plaque
Area code how I pop on the map
Walk a fine line between bold and brash
Ice on my wrist looks like frozen tag
Eulogy just for this brand new swag
Quarter P if he wants smoke that bad
I tote, I tote I tote I tote the rock
I tote, I tote I tote I tote the rock
Legs crossed levitating meditated homicide
Top 5s only let they fam at the grave site
Late night streetlights flicker under many moons
Teeth shine glisten
Hard to listen
Earlobe’s missing
Space rocks hanging these 40 point prisms
All of these minerals tabletop kitchen
Baby don’t touch me
I’m wicked wicked wicked wicked
Wicked, I’m wicked 
Like I’m Haitian don’t need no persuasion
Keep percussion the drum sets the tone
it go bow bow wake up her baby 
Hack the game cheat code didn’t use a remote
Spamming this move til the screen stop budging
Judging my character I’m wicked I’m twisted like kink like plot
I’m tripping in public yo rank means nothing 
Hook 3
Walk a fine line between bold and brash
Ice on my wrist looks like frozen tag
Eulogy just for this brand new swag
Quarter P if he wants smoke that bad
I tote, I tote I tote I tote the rock
I tote, I tote I tote I tote the rock
Written by: TruththeBull
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