Lyrics: D. Curry/R. Rainey III
Music: D. Curry/R. Rainey III
[Verse 1: ICECOLDBISHOP & Denzel Curry]
Black, I got a mother****in' choppa like alantro
And I spin all day on the block, huh
You spend all day with the cops
I freakin' finesse you right out of your socks
Margiana speed like I came from the locs
I want you diehard just to be what you not
[Verse 2: ICECOLDBISHOP & Denzel Curry]
I was like six in the kitchen
My uncle and my cousin was mixin' they servin' up rock
BLOOD ON MY NIKEZ *****, I am a pit, 'Zel is a rock
Wanna **** with me, come 'Zel me or not
**** that, open up that, close up shop
Might just serve me a nigga straight drop, crack
And my huntin' hammer go (Blatt)
Every nigga I grew up with, 'bout (Dead)
**** all that shit you keep talkin' about
ICE COLD ZEL FREESTYLE BLOOD ON MY NIKEZ show me where that nigga house, at
I'm in that b***h like I house, that
That nigga b***h he house, cat
I got a trap, 'fore I house rat
'Cause I actively ask where the mouse at?
Say you gon' touch me I'm gon' doubt that
Might turn your ass to a loud pack
Pull out make that b***h make a crowd scat'
Come on, my nigga, you shouldn't be 'round that
Hop out and I make a round splat
Hop out and make that shit, doot-doo-doo-doo
Play with me, I might just shoot it at you
BLOOD ON MY NIKEZ ***** I never back out, do I look like a coupe?
These niggas sweet as tiramisu
If I up it, he gon' need some therapy too
Hold up my nigga, you scarin' me too
If a nigga **** up, he might bury me too
Look, pistol keep yellin' out, "Carry me too"
I got one on me, might have to carry me two
Impossible shooter, shootin' 'em narrowly too
And the AR-15 would've married me too
Bro off the drink tryna marry the juice
And it's **** ya'll niggas, let's bury the truce
ICE COLD ZEL FREESTYLE BLOOD ON MY NIKEZ ******* know Biggie, just gimmie the loot
'Cause I'm hangin' with BISHOP, he gave me the juice