Ain’t That

Icey, I'm so sick of you
Got plenty ain't that
Got plenty ain't that
I really live what I'm rappin'

I really live what I'm rappin'
Spendin' this money in drugs
I got your off a Addy, I'm leanin'
She wakin' me up
I'm on the mix with the Percys, on Telegram
Lookin' for mud
I'm on the mix with the factors
I feel I done mixed with a slut
I feel I done mixed with the actors
I might knock the movie that's good
New York Hawk, twenty, she jackin'
Make 300 thousand off jackets
I sent her back home with an accent
Make a Trackhawk almost backflip
I cut a ho off like Magic
Whatever I buy, you can have it