ICED OUT DROP TOP - Wendigo, Valee, Cxrpse

I get neck in the wind when the top is dropped

It get really windy when the top is dropped

Pull up on you like the block is hot

Had to take it easy, these flip flops just got

It get really windy when the tops is dropped, yeah

It get really windy when she get topless now

I just did some donuts in the Dunkin Donuts parking lot

Then I had to speed off, I watched the cops

Plane Jane, rollie blue, this will stick to me like glue

Bitch was actin' funny, I got rubber bands on floati

Bitches keep flat tummy probably

Can’t find nothin' to be mad about, I left with th FN out (Yeah)

Can’t find nothin' to be stressed about, new when the TEC is out (I'm 'bout to

gas this shit, yeah)

Came in this bitch strapped with an AK

Unemployed, but paid like Payday

See a pussy nigga, get 'em shut down, mayday

We ain’t at the range, so I’m finna spray, ayy

I hit a target and I’m 'bout to let it rip

I got unlimited rounds in this .40 clip

I pick up the shotty, I kick down the door and dip

And if he an opp, he get buried in fuckin' bricks

Told you Spider Gang a corporation

Tell a white bitch I want my reparation

Like a terrorist, I’m in the fuckin' station

Keep three guns, nigga, fuck fadin'

If you wanna fuck it, I’ma let that shit blast

Fuck all that internet shit, I want cash

We not finna talk unless you got a rack

Put that nigga flat on his back

overdose

by the boat load

I tried to box, but he is a no show

I kept the to the speed of a slowpoke

I’m in the function, I’m fuckin' a sober ho'

Why you playin' where you ain’t supposed to go?

I’m at the show 'cause of sensory overload

Rackin' that shit, miscontrollin' both the codes

Fuckin' that ho' Bruce Lee

You want a problem with Spider?

Come shoot me

Nine mill mansion in gun town

Fuckin' an old ass bitch 'til she come 'bout

Overdramatic, your life is a movie

it’s a rupee

Thinkin' you hard, but you’re soft like a sunflower

Made a close cut, now I’m lookin' like rush hour

Uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah)

Uh, uh (Let's go)

Uh, uh, uh, uh (Yeah, yeah)

(Uh)

I fuck that bitch, she a rate (I fuck that bitch)

Bitch, I jump off with no paint

I just walk in this bitch, I’m smokin' on stank (Yeah, yeah)

I got this dope in my lap

I’m fuckin' that bitch from the back

And then drop a blast

These niggas is

I’m ready to go in the plaque with no mask

And these niggas so pussy, I shoot at they ass

Then a pop on a record and I motherfuckin' dab

I just wanna get high, I don’t wanna rap

This choppa is bi, it shoot at your mama

And these niggas so pussy, they don’t want no problems

I just spit at these niggas with all of my mouth

I just piss on these niggas with all of my commas

I just fuck on these bitches with all of my gang

And these niggas be broke 'cause they doin' the same thing

I just walked in this bitch and I’m sparkin' on everything

I just walked in this bitch and I’m shootin' up everything

I’m smokin' this dope, it feel like I can air bend

These pussy ass niggas, some shit that I can’t stand

Ooh, ooh, breakin' that ho' on her back, I pop up

I pull up, I make 'em bloody

I got the dope in the blunt

I got a bird, that shit the size of my buzz

And I pull on her hair like a brush

These niggas be cap, how did I already won?

I guess shootin' this shit up just wasn’t enough

When there’s danger, just bring them Glocks out

I’m finna pop now

I’m on top now

Finna bring a mop, I’m Mr. shut your block down

Not enough gun sounds right next to playgrounds

Now that I’m up, I don’t play now

Have your bitch just lay down

Her pussy hurt when I slay it

Pole in my hand, I’ma bang it

Watch what you claimin'

I’m in the field, I get dangerous

I’m in the field, bitches already know what I’m slayin'

Out the window I start sparyin'

You don’t gotta talk, I already know why you hatin'

These bitches be basic, I hate it

My life contemplated

These pigs I be turnin' to bacon

The bullets is grazin' his top, why he had to start cavin'

I’m paintin' the picture with blood, no

(Hahaha, yeah, yeah)

Pussy we poppin' out

I got a pocket rocket missile launcher pistol with the magazine poppin' out

I bought a mansion the size of my high school, nigga, and I just might buy too,

uh

I’ll put a hole in your house with my Camry and turn a drive by to a drive-thru,

uh

I got a drum on the gun, it go dun-dun-dun-dun and it arrive in your mind too

When I pull out the P90 'cause niggas behind me they tryna find me

They might get they iron, it tryin' to light me up

Nigga, you likely to die, we up

If it’s me gettin' some money, then sign me up

Your bitch is suckin' my dick, she gon' dry me up

Dry- Dry me up

Dry- Dry me

If I gave you all my money, you would shit your pants