Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ICED OUT DROP TOP, artist - Wendigo. Date of issue: 04.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
ICED OUT DROP TOP |
| 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 |