ICE AGE (FEAT. TRAVIS SCOTT)

Mmm

Mmm

Yeah, yeah

Mmm

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay

She know my phone number by heart, she think I'm Mike Jones

Why I had to put it down in the ice age?

Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone

You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?

Wit' your dog, she can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong

Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (Space)

Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (Space)

When we disconnect the Wi-Fi

Up the hill it's over drastic

I hope you gassed it, I'm over-gassed, you crashed it

The last one that lasted tried to find real in plastic

Them other hoes is mass thick

Way you rock the classics, classic, bomb, bombastic

The setup of the dynasty is looking dynastic

You know the Don nasty

The Mudboys nasty, you know the Jack nasty, you know the— (Know the)

You know the Fay' nasty, you know the CHASE (Know the CHASE)

You know the CHASE nasty, you know my place (Place)

My place is like the afties, that's word to Niel (Word to Niel)

I'm a knight off in the night, ain't gotta kneel (Nah)

One night with me was the tea, but don't you spill (Ah)

Throw that body fake, baby, keep it real

If he hit, don't give him nun like the church

And come to my player's club, I'm Dollar Bill

Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay

She know my phone number by heart, she think I'm Mike Jones

Why I had to put it down in the ice age?

Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone

You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?

Wit' your dog, she can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong

Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (Space)

Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space

When we disconnect the Wi-Fi

In the 713, I'm fazed

I say, can I get you up for? Hey

Can I get you up in the city?

My girl in here, baby girl in here

We throwin' it good, okay, keep throwin' the air

Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best

Swing to the hood when you need some help

Handlebars, she on my handlebars

She like the finer things and all my candy cars

Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best

Swing to the hood when you need some help

I'm in the Continental, got her dancin'

Sip pineapple, bitch candy

Quarter million dollars, got 'em fancy

Two hundred on the dash, don't chance it

Gotta leave the song on, it's your song, babe

H-Town, hold it down, yeah, you goin' crazy

See you in there, baby, you know you in here faded

Know you in here faded

Know you in here faded