Still In A Warzone

(album: So Icy Boyz: The Finale - 2022)

(Let the band play)

Still in a warzone
Wide body parked outside, [?]
Nigga ran through three deals and I just started
Jewelry, already got more on
RR chain just to put on
Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long
All the hard looking, nigga, what you on?
I ain't cocky usually, money been long
Sliding, getting paper, I ain't dodging potholes
Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO
Doing everything but shooting out the car, though
Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho
Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros
But I know they understand I gotta get more
All these chains got me feeling like Django
Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover
Big body make 'em get low, uh
Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah
Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah
Knock 'em all down, we bowling, yeah
I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now
I was laying back, just holding out
We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute
Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out

I just be putting the opps in the ground
This rap shit easy just like doing nouns
I hit the gas just to hear the bitch growl
Pull off the lot with zero miles
And I cashed out, I ain't put shit down
[?] how the fuck you sound
Type we shoot make a nigga [?]
J.G. Wentworth, I need it now
Shit lit on my neck, I can't put it out
Got ice on my neck and my wrist and my mouth
You see the bling, but I'm tucking the blaow
You know these niggas know how we get down
Niggas ain't shooting they be saving they rounds
Bitches ain't shit, I just fuck in they mouth
You see a cup, then I'm in the clouds
Smoking opp pack, I ain't coming down
I'm too turnt, they like, "Calm down"
I make the baddest bitches walk a mile
Lightskin [?], she got style
Get in the cat and make it meow
Hit from the back and pull her weave out
I'll get it fixed, baby, don't pout
Really young and turnt, baby, no doubt
I ain't going in if I ain't got the strap

Still in a warzone
Wide body parked outside, [?]
Nigga ran through three deals and I just started
Jewelry, already got more on
RR chain just to put on
Let me in the game, know these rappers gotta get long
All the hard looking, nigga, what you on?
I ain't cocky usually, money been long
Sliding, getting paper, I ain't dodging potholes
Richest youngin in my city, Big KATO
Doing everything but shooting out the car, though
Both of my wrists flooded, next my ho
Hit the lot, get straight coupe for the bros
But I know they understand I gotta get more
All these chains got me feeling like Django
Pull up Rolls-Royce, nigga, no Range Rover
Big body make 'em get low, uh
Kill all the opps and we smoke 'em, yeah
Semis and switches, we tote 'em, yeah
Knock 'em all down, we bowling, yeah
I'm the lil' nigga, they knows it now
I was laying back, just holding out
We see 'em 'round, we make 'em reroute
Fifty racks in ice'll make 'em get out

Yeah, yeah
Ice'll make 'em get out, huh
[?], yeah
Niggas know what I'm about, yeah
Niggas know what we about, yeah
We ain't going in if we ain't strapped, yeah
She wanna fuck in the house, yeah
She wanna fuck in the house, yeah
I let her fuck in the car, yeah
Opp pack, I don't smoke 'za, yeah
Try to run, he ain't get far, yeah
Turn a nigga ass to a bar, yeah
Yeah, put in a nigga ass in the bar
Now his mama crying like ha, yeah
Hahaha