ICED TEA (feat. 21 Savage, Project Pat & Coupe)

Coupe

Ice on my neck and teeth

Shinin' like a Christmas tree

I'm just out here stackin' chips

Project makin' money flips

Security strapped with extra clips

Meaning they comin' with extra sticks

I'm designer from head to toe

My fans gon' want some extra pics

Rack after racka, back after backa

God blessin' me so the money don't lacka

Track after tracka, stack after stacka

Louis V belt with a Louis backpacka

No sellin' cracka, ain't going backa

If you don't work, then you don't eat

If you don't work, then you don't eat

If you don't work, then you don't eat

You don't grind, you don't shine

I'm in the hood and my car forever shine

I cannot watch a **** 'cause I'm blind

I don't pay that broke shit no mind

Too much for the watch, ain't wastin' no time

You talk cheap, ain't no talkin' to slime

This shit in my mouth is a wedding at a time

I got these diamonds, I slither 'cause I'm slime

**** salute me, that's word to the wise

I am made different, I'm not one of your kind

Just 'cause they left me, my steel on my side

Feeling entitled, man, pussy ****, die

I'm makin' money, I make it worldwide

I'm in Dubai, ****, think I'm third eye

Throwin' the pyramid in the sky

Sacrifice opps, 4L till I die, ****

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Cut off your head like a chicken, you fried

Fried, fried, fried, you fried

Put on a mantel and nothin' but your mind

Your mind, ****, I told you

Money and reefa, that's all on my mind (Yeah)

Playin' the game and smokin' with vibes

She want a show, it get icey on live

Ice on my neck and teeth

Shinin' like a Christmas tree

I'm just out here stackin' chips

Project makin' money flips

Security strapped with extra clips

Meaning they comin' with extra sticks

I'm designer from head to toe

My fans gon' want some extra pics

Rack after racka, back after backa

God blessin' me so the money don't lacka

Track after tracka, stack after stacka

Louis V belt with a Louis backpacka

No sellin' cracka, ain't going backa

If you don't work, then you don't eat

If you don't work, then you don't eat

If you don't work, then you don't eat

'79 Camaro with the T-tops (Yeah)

G Block with my G-Lock

I'm a soldier like the Reeboks (21)

Say you want a brick, the bros like fuck 'em, serve him sheetrock (Fuck 'em)

Switch gon' fan the crowd down, that shit sound like a beatbox (Fuck 'em)

Swervin' on them Forgis, fuck, I ran into a speed bump (21)

When it's smoke, we get down to the root, we want the tree stump (Facts)

**** won't catch me lackin', never, pussy boy, I keep one (On God)

Opp ho blow my phone up all day, say she want to freak some' (On God)

Fuckin' ratchet hoes my whole life, I ain't never eat one (21)

Big dawg in my hood, bitch, I'm pullin' up to beat some' (21)

Give they ass the belt every time them **** tweet some' (Big facts)

All them licks I hit, my mama knew I was gon' be some' (Big facts)

You want the shine but forgot about grindin'

Ice in the watch, I forgot about timin'

Don't hang in the hood, they with the slimin'

Don't hang in the hood, they with the slimin'

Stack after stacka, rack after racka

Louis V belt with a Louis backpacka

Stack after stacka, rack after racka

Louis V belt with a Louis backpacka

Ice on my neck and teeth

Shinin' like a Christmas tree

I'm just out here stackin' chips

Project makin' money flips

Security strapped with extra clips

Meaning they comin' with extra sticks

I'm designer from head to toe

My fans gon' want some extra pics

Rack after racka, back after backa

God blessin' me so the money don't lacka

Track after tracka, stack after stacka

Louis V belt with a Louis backpacka

No sellin' cracka, ain't going backa

If you don't work, then you don't eat

If you don't work, then you don't eat

If you don't work, then you don't eat

Stack after stacka

Rack after racka

Stack after stacka

Rack after racka

If you don't work, then you don't eat