Dust

Album: Iceman (2026)
Charted: 8
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  • Madda
    Some idiot boy dere
    You should go ahead and pop some corn and grab a stool
    The boy's about to break some news
    All the numbers are final, no t-shirts, no vinyl
    Y'all 'bout to make me richie like Lionel, for real
    And that's the truth
    Sixteen hours ahead in Melbourne
    I don't even know what's goin' on back home, straight
    Ayy

    Girls from Atlanta call me Santa
    Girls from Australia, what can I tell ya?
    You know I love you so much
    I just gotta handle somethin' bigger than us
    Triple S was really to show you my love
    And make sure you're good 'til the next time we meet up
    But now I gotta send it up (oh my god)

    Yeah
    They was like, "Go blow the dust off your plaques
    Go blow the dust off your plaques"
    What was the year that they say you had slaps? (Oh my god)
    'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
    I don't remember one word in your raps
    I don't know nothin' 'bout you and them tracks (let's go)
    Yeah
    I am, I am, I am

    An FTX penthouse high-riser, yeah (oh my god)
    Samuel Bankman, free all my guys up, yeah
    I'm in a sold-out show with your girl on a riser
    I'm with the mob at Graycliff, twenty cigars and they fuckin' my eyes up
    I am not better or wiser, Future the Prince is my trusted advisor (oh my god)
    If it's up to me, I get everyone hit, I get everyone lined up
    If it's up to me, I been clockin' you pussy, man, everyone time's up
    If it's up to me, if it's up to me, ayy
    If it's up to me, then you all on a list, man, everyone signed up (oh my god)
    If it's up to me, it's already made, I ain't makin' my mind up
    If it wasn't for me reachin' my hand, you never'd climbed up

    Go blow the dust off your plaques (what?)
    Go blow the dust off your plaques (what?)
    Go blow the dust off your plaques
    What was the year that they say you had slaps? (Oh my god)
    'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
    I don't remember nothin' 'bout them raps
    I don't remember nothin' bein' facts (let's go)
    Ayy
    I am, I am, I am

    A BTC crypto big-timer (oh my god)
    I'm a corporate-America hit survivor
    Got a real big heart, I'm a fucked-up guy, though
    Those ain't my haters, those are my secret admirers
    New Year's Eve, police escort 'cause I can't miss the fireworks
    I heard your brother got flipped, did it sloppy
    So that wasn't our work
    Definitely gon' know if it's us if we got him
    Just wait 'til it's our turn, ayy

    Go blow the dust off your plaques
    Go blow the dust off your plaques
    What was the year that they say you had slaps?
    'Cause I don't remember it goin' like that
    I don't remember one word in your raps
    I don't know nothin' 'bout you and them tracks (let's go)
    Yeah
    I am, I am, I am Writer/s: Aubrey Graham
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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