JD On Tha Track
Iceberg want a bag, bitch

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

She don't like her body, left the doctor with a new shape
Blowing up my phone 'cause she just see me with my new bae
Heartbreaker, ladies love me like I'm Cool J
She was tryna cling onto a nigga, but it's too late
Booked a flight to Cali, racks and condoms in my suitcase
And every single dollar in these bands gotta blue face
Diamonds in the Rollie, they in HD like it's Blu-Ray
The way that I been ballin' should make the cover of 2K
Show out for the summer I might pull up in a new Wraith
Dissin' on the gang that's gon' only get your crew chased
And we hawk shit down, better tighten up yo shoe lace
Lil' bro get up close let the Glock-22 spray

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane

Oh-ohh-ohh, yeah
I call lil' bro
He said he ready for the stain (said he ready for the stain)
What you claim? You a lame
You ain't never put in pain (put in pain)
So I be around some killers
That go crazy for the gang (they go crazy for the game)
If I showed you all my charges
You won't look at me the same (you won't look at me the same)
Made some choices in my life
I wish I never had to make (wish I never had to make)
Lost my brother, seen him die
And I just seen him graduate (I just seen him graduate)
Got that .40 on my side
And I'm just rollin' past the Jakes (I'm just rollin' past jakes)
Bro, my hands can do the job
And I ain't talkin' masturbate
I was in and outta state (state)
'Cause I had a bag to make (bag to make)
I risked my life but it's aight
'Cause God ain't let me pass away (pass away)
Fuck tomorrow, spin the block
Just know we comin' back today (back today)
I call Polo, he come dolo, we get 'em the fast way

We pop out at your party, I'm with the gang
And it's gon' be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
I'm a killer, girl, I'm sorry, but I can't change
We ain't aimin' for your body, shots hits your brain
We come from poverty, man, we ain't have a thing
It's a lot of animosity, but they won't say my name
Them killers rock with me, lil' nigga, don't get banged
'Cause they'll do the job for me while I hop on a plane Writer/s: Dylan Berg, Joao Victor Alba Duarte, Taurus Bartlett, Tione Mertitt
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