ICE BOX - Silent (feat. DaBoiiiab) Lyrics

Take his head off we don't speak about it
Im the pilot you ain't even in the cockpit
Why you doing what im doing like im babysitting
You ain't even made no heat you should prolly quit it
Gettin to the money all you got is counterfeit
I could spend your monthly budget on a single fit
Don't speak unless you do it you don't got a stick
And I can't even tell why they always jackin shit
Look and this bitch want to f*ck
Put that ass down now she goin pick it up
Give a f*ck bout the doe imma need me a buck
Why that bitch always talking cuz she sound like a duck
Big Whips all my homies run it up
And if they got a problem then they might go shoot at 1
Imma just flex it f*ck it pour the bottle once
And if im f*cking wit you we goin get this money up
No Discussion
Loud like a trumpet
Bitch got some ass finna blast like eruption
All you do is talk and I call that assumption
Boy you aint hot shoot your ass at the function
Brodie tried to run and hide im steady in the alley
I hit him when im hidden some people say that's the valley
Im running way to quick so these dudes can't even rally
Got a pistol on me and I had to name her sally
Take his head off we don't speak about it
Im the pilot you ain't even in the cockpit
Why you doing what im doing like im babysitting
You ain't even made no heat you should prolly quit it
Gettin to the money all you got is counterfeit
I could spend your monthly budget on a single fit
Don't speak unless you do it you don't got a stick
And I can't even tell why they always jackin shit
When she hit the high note, That's right hoe
Flynote, f*ck her like a sidehoe
Might go, and the flow is hella got bro
If he want a taco imma slice him like cilantro
Really want some cheddar imma order me some nachos
Pronto, man I need my money huncho
Need my limelight imma cross him like lonzo
On show, and I really love a bad hoe
Stomp him with the mikes, not a party that I can't go
Bum, play the strings or the drum
Got that last gem and I put it in my thumb
Brodie talking stupid turn his ass to a crumb
Really with the demons don't need help from a nun
And don't call yourself a hitter till that shit really done
Im ballin, bitch im the cheat code
Lookin for the haters never see them in the streets tho
Take his head off we don't speak about it
Im the pilot you ain't even in the cockpit
Why you doing what im doing like im babysitting
You ain't even made no heat you should prolly quit it
Gettin to the money all you got is counterfeit
I could spend your monthly budget on a single fit
Don't speak unless you do it you don't got a stick
And I can't even tell why they always jackin shit