Ice on My Neck - Zaytoven, HoodRich Pablo Juan

She know she bad, I got the bag

Foreign with 230 on the dash

I could count cash, fast

Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the Xans

Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands

She cute, she having a hand, I’m rich I know I’m the man

Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like spam

Stole my money gave her 22 grams

Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram

She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my Vans, yeah

Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters they jump out the van

Ice skatin' got my shooters waitin'

I got the cookies bakin'

I wanna fuck 'em, impatient

Foreign, she half-asian

Foreign, I ride like I’m racin'

38 keepin my shell casings

None of my bitches is basic

On the red pill like Neo in The Matrix

I’m geeked up, yeah, yeah, yeah

Everything I wear is rare

Gucci with snakes and lions and bears

Louis Vuitton, I love Damier

Fuck from the back and I pull on her hair

Got them Chanel’s and Montclair (Double C)

After they come out next year

I’m drankin' lean, not no beer

Shut the fuck up, ain’t no reason to care

Get your ass buss, ain’t no pussies over here

Brand new foreign with the cam on the rear

Twenty thousand worth of ice in one ear

I got some bitches that are white like veneers

These niggas fallin' off the map like Sears

I got these haters mad, they in tears

Ya’ll niggas sharks, they cut like some shears

She know she bad, I got the bag

Foreign with 230 on the dash

I could count cash, fast

Pourin' up lean, go to sleep on the xans

Roll up Gelato, three grams, stuffin' my pockets with bands

She cute, she having a hand, I’m rich, I know I’m the man

Ice on my neck, god damn, I got bitches poppin' up like spam

Stole my money gave her 22 grams

Sell the whole thang, way down to the gram

She had a fat ass, god damn, I got Supreme on my vans, yeah

Gucci bag fill it with bands, call up the shooters, they jump out the van