Ice Spice - Quiet Storm lyrics
Ice Spice [Isis Naija Gaston] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ice Spice - Quiet Storm lyrics]
B-B-Bankroll Got It
I don't see no competition
I just stay in my lane
I don't entertain birds
I ain't sayin' no names
This nigga sneak, he takin' pictures
He in love with my frame
For that check, I'ma dash
I ain't talkin' 'bout Dame
They be askin' questions like
"What she do for the fame?"
Gave my city hope, what you do for the game?
What you do for boss bitches
You can't do for a lame
Man, these niggas really munchin'
What you do for them chains?
How you fuck the blunt roller just
To talk to the wrapper?
If the shoe fit's, wear it
Bitches be cappin'
She fuck with scammers, trappers, athletes
Rappers call that hoe "FUBU"
'cause niggas just passed her