Rome Streetz, Mooch - Heart On Ice Pack lyrics

Futurewave

Uh, Still got the raw I ain't world touring
Rocking Greg Lauren
Blowing weed smoke out the foreign
In the building pressing E pills afford rent
Need a transport I use my
Broad and her friend
Couple niggas salty as fuck
They hate the fact I'm making waves Tried to
Duplicate the blueprint got sacked
On the play stay out my way you'll get
Left slumped like Arty Clay
Wasting mad studio time with
That garbage you make
Fuck you artists god my target is
A large estate, new Ferrari car
Garlic steamed lobsters on the plate
Pockets swell got clientele from my
Block to outer state
The forty knock a organ outcha
Body leave you sloppy
Make money fast cause it coming like that
Tracy bought a two for thirty hit it
Once and said she coming right back
Can't trust none of these motherfuckers
Keep a nice gat
Blood full of fire and my heart on icepack
Whatever you and your squad think you are
I'm twice that bring the work out to Long
Island they paying twice that
Piece of brillo in a rock where
The end of the pipe at
And light that, they like that
Lately that's where my life at

Yo, uh
My shit voodoo, nigga you know my style
Bout to break it down in plastic and
Pass it off to the crowd
Jump, serve the junkie right on the
Mattress she wore a gown
I'm riding in the town
Caught giving work to the town
Mooch a different makeup
Fuck up her makeup on the wakeup
The sizzlin' heat burning her
Cheeks like a Steak-Umm
I'm smellin' a fake thug you
Probably got a pay stub
Who's the type of nigga to buy
A brick using straight Dubs you a straight
But twenty probably got same blood
You not a shooter your niggas
Choosing the same gun
We both dope but I'm saying
We not the same drug
We don't walk the streets and the
People give us the same hugs
Bet I strap ya mans like
A bitch these OJ gloves
Hit you with the bar you
Busy trying to raise one
Crystals on the cocaine shining bright
Like a ray gun
Yo yo, don't get shot with the same one
(nigga)