"icarly" lyrics
Fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I got lil' Goxan... I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Grab my lil' fire, get back to my land
Pull out my spread, put these racks in my hand
Go to my auntie house, package come in
Pull up with your gang, I'm whackin' your twin
Drugs in the trap and the trap got gunners
Everybody wanna trap, plays keep comin'
Break out that backend, we can't keep frontin'
Flexin' cap B-rolls, that ain't your money
Shootin' the sky, nigga gave me a warnin'
Missed all my plays, should've woke up this mornin'
Nigga work with 12, these niggas informants
Every trip, I ain't missin' shit, I be on it
Come to the drop, get these pills if you want it
Niggas ain't on shit, they just act like they on it
I won't say shit, I just stare the opponent
In the 'za coma, lil' boy gotta shake back
In the 'za coma, lil' twin gotta shake back
Drunk all the Monsters, I drunk up that eight-pack
Hurry up and link me, I can't even wait there
Bring out my bag, I hold up my bag
Really wig out, I be splurgin' my cash
Couldn't call a whip 'cause my service was bad
When I got there, they was gone, I'm glad
I really think I put that shit on, it's gas
Serve you off two different phones for that gas
Ain't pass on fine shit, you know I'ma smash
Nigga hear sirens, you know we do dash
Gave lil' twin some of my clothes from the past
Know you capped out, boy, you know this bitch bad
Blick hit your drip, put a hole in your swag
You a walkin' lick, you got zips in your bag
Come to my hood, we trade zips for some cash
Close my eyes on solar eclipse, let it pass
Pipe the bitch up, lil' twin step for that bag
Took out ProMag, I put Glock mags
Sound like a grenade, it sound like a frag
Draw down the hood, whole hood be sad
Ain't 'bout no munyun, you ain't talkin' 'bout no cash
Step for yourself or they step on your ass
Get my lil' Drac', I be quick to bookbag
Put on my drip, I don't even pull out new tags
Blue shit, I don't pull out shit but blue racks
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
I got lil' Goxan... I got lil' Goxan on this motherfucker
Fuck
Ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out, ayy, watch out
Grab my lil' fire, get back to my land
Pull out my spread, put these racks in my hand
Go to my auntie house, package come in
Pull up with your gang, I'm whackin' your twin
Drugs in the trap and the trap got gunners
Everybody wanna trap, plays keep comin'
Break out that backend, we can't keep frontin'
Flexin' cap B-rolls, that ain't your money
Shootin' the sky, nigga gave me a warnin'
Missed all my plays, should've woke up this mornin'
Nigga work with 12, these niggas informants
Every trip, I ain't missin' shit, I be on it
Come to the drop, get these pills if you want it
Niggas ain't on shit, they just act like they on it
I won't say shit, I just stare the opponent
In the 'za coma, lil' boy gotta shake back
In the 'za coma, lil' twin gotta shake back
Drunk all the Monsters, I drunk up that eight-pack
Hurry up and link me, I can't even wait there
Bring out my bag, I hold up my bag
Really wig out, I be splurgin' my cash
Couldn't call a whip 'cause my service was bad
When I got there, they was gone, I'm glad
I really think I put that shit on, it's gas
Serve you off two different phones for that gas
Ain't pass on fine shit, you know I'ma smash
Nigga hear sirens, you know we do dash
Gave lil' twin some of my clothes from the past
Know you capped out, boy, you know this bitch bad
Blick hit your drip, put a hole in your swag
You a walkin' lick, you got zips in your bag
Come to my hood, we trade zips for some cash
Close my eyes on solar eclipse, let it pass
Pipe the bitch up, lil' twin step for that bag
Took out ProMag, I put Glock mags
Sound like a grenade, it sound like a frag
Draw down the hood, whole hood be sad
Ain't 'bout no munyun, you ain't talkin' 'bout no cash
Step for yourself or they step on your ass
Get my lil' Drac', I be quick to bookbag
Put on my drip, I don't even pull out new tags
Blue shit, I don't pull out shit but blue racks
Fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Writer(s): Devokeyous Hamilton, Elijah Armour
