TOES

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice

Uh brr

Said if I leave her she gon' die

Well b***h you done with life

Okay

Better not pull up with no knife

'Cause I bring guns to fights

Boom

Say you got that sack I got that sack

But ain't no ones in mine

Nope

And my lil' b***h say I'm gettin' too boujee

I don't even like dubs in mine

Alright

What I look like with all them twenties

Huh

Know them h*es like how I'm coming

Yeah

What I look like with all this money

Ha

How I look havin' all these h*es

Uh

When I crack a smile white gold

Bling

Yeah I'm talkin' diamonds froze

Yeah

Came from the bottom toes

Whoa Kenny

Yeah backend Baby

A hundred

That's what they pay me a show

Let's go

It's probably some cap in my rap

By the time this s**t drop they gon' pay me some mo'

Uh-huh

And I can still go back to the trap

Send a box pick it up make a play at the store

Feelings still hurt from when I saved that h*e

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice

Uh brr

Said if I leave her she gon' die

Well b***h you done with life

Okay

Better not pull up with no knife

'Cause I bring guns to fights

Boom

Say you got that sack I got that sack

But ain't no ones in mine

Nope

And my lil' b***h say I'm gettin' too boujee

I don't even like dubs in mine

Nope too raw dope

Yeah

You know I'm one of the goats

She let me put it in the back of her throat

Walk in the bank with a M in the choke

Yeah

I'm tryna make a deposit

Let 'em try and play with the money

Pow pow

Shawty gon' take off ya noggin

Long as she want it and pick it I'm buyin'

I hadn't wrote for a year I don't try

I get 'em whacked I don't advise 'em to try it

Yeah I'm runnin' s**t I ain't lyin'

I got a backend for one twenty five

I bought a Patek for one eighty five

This s**t gettin' easy

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice

Uh brr

Said if I leave her she gon' die

Well b***h you done with life

Okay

Better not pull up with no knife

'Cause I bring guns to fights

Boom

Say you got that sack I got that sack

But ain't no ones in mine

Nope

And my lil' b***h say I'm gettin' too boujee

I don't even like dubs in mine

Heartless don't need a valentine

Forever

I call 'em racks not bands

Why

Ain't no rubber band on mine

At all

I used to be down down down down

Waiting on taxes time

F**ked up

Look at me now now now now

They pay me to flex and shine

I'm up let's get it

Big speaker like a eighteen inch sub

Yeah

I'm a hunnid you a dub Nothin'

Lookin' for me I'm booked up

Where you at

50 Cent I'm in the club

Hey

Diamonds on my earlobe ice on dyke

Huh

One fifty on studs

Rugrat young n***a got it out the mud

My heart so cold I think I'm done with ice

Uh brr big bag

Said if I leave her she gon' die

Well b***h you done with life

Okay

Better not pull up with no knife

'Cause I bring guns to fights

Boom

Say you got that sack I got that sack

But ain't no ones in mine

Nope

And my lil' b***h say I'm gettin' too boujee

I don't even like dubs in mine

What I look like with all them twenties

Huh

Know them h*es like how I'm coming

Yeah

What I look like with all this money

Ha

How I look havin' all these h*es

Uh

When I crack a smile white gold

Bling

Yeah I'm talkin' diamonds froze

Yeah

Came from the bottom toes