Ice$pice (part. CDobleta)

Jump in the G-W
Damn, baby, what’s up? Give me that
Martino, let it drop

She put on a little Gucci outfit
Hits the streets saying she won’t fall in love (-love)
And I’m rolling with the crew
Tell that dude if he’s fronting, his mom’s gonna cry (tell him, Casper)

She’s got a body like Ice Spice (ah)
Mixing liquor with the haze (eh), hey
Stepping out with a neck full of ice
Your mom doesn’t want you with me, flow Lunay (brr)
Wants me to take her in the G-W (w)
Wants to give me head, let it come out the sunroof
Damn, baby (baby), what’s up? Give me that
For that ass, I spend what I make on YouTube (on YouTube)
Perfect booty, looks like a Bratz
Mixing liquor with the haze, hey
Stepping out with a neck full of ice (check out how to break a flow, dude)
Your mom doesn’t want you with me, flow Lunay (yeah)

E-E-She knows I’m bad and we get down without shame (she knows)
In the Campo Rico at 120 in the Jeep, I don’t slow down (don’t slow down)
That baby shakes her ass and that cut looks long (ah)
We’re not rolling in a KIA, damn, I got a Trackhawk
Shorty with a big booty
Gets on all fours and it expands (uh)
She grabs my dick by the handle (she grabs it)
I’m gonna give you a popsicle like Wisin with Yandel (ah)
For the dude, I got a couple of clips and the bullets in the chamber
Come on, pull it out and chamber (ah)
Shotgun on the YZ, I send them without a mask (smell it), and I shout: CDobleta (ah)
She told me the kitty was a little wild
I hit her with the 47 and put it on all her tits
Bad reputation, good life (life)
She’s a bandit (-dant), fucking, we do what she asks
I’m your bandit (bandit)
You can hear the moans (ah)
From the pussy, I feel the heartbeat (the-Los Diablo')

Wants me to take her in the G-W
Wants to give me head, let it come out the sunroof
Damn, baby, what’s up? Give me that
For that ass, I spend what I make on YouTube (Ca-Casper)
She’s got a body like Ice Spice (ah)
Mixing liquor with the haze, hey
Stepping out with a neck full of ice
Your mom doesn’t want you with me, flow Lunay

Your mom doesn’t want you with me because I roll with big shots
Always on top, the jockeys are galloping
I treat you like my queen, my Jennifer Lopez
And that dude is financing the furniture at Coppel
He’s a fool, and that dude keeps bragging
I’m not Ovi, motherfucker, I’ll take you out
I got a stick that kicks like Messi
Looks like a plane because I send them to Orlando (Casper)
I put her on all fours, like she’s on the FourTrax
If she’s feeling freaky, call so I can get there ASAP
The little moon on the cel, but from her contacts, I’m one of the faves
On the pussy, I give a double-tap
I brought you a Dolce (dolce) and some Jimmy Choo
Krippysito so we can get in the mood (mood)
She fucks me with my chains on, the room looks like Polo
She put the pussy in my face and the mouth to the south (Los Mágico', baby)

She put on a little Gucci outfit
Hits the streets saying she won’t fall in love
And I’m rolling with El Doble
Tell that dude if he’s fronting, his mom’s gonna cry

She’s got a body like Ice Spice
And mixing liquor with the haze, hey
Stepping out with a neck full of ice
Your mom doesn’t want you with me, flow Lunay.