Black Ice (feat. Steph Simon)

Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror Wiped down, you can see a little clearer Uhh yea aye I got my mind on green, i be posted while they sleep tight Whips so clean they be posted at the green light Aye this one too authentic, this little groove i finished We make them moves y'all mimic, but keep them goofball gimmicks This for my patnas kickin back and got they coupe all tinted Or prolly steer that old school like its a newborn in it Forever G in nike socks and a Houston fitted The best kept secret, til my cover, it was blew on Ventage I just, laid low, played the game how it go Take the pain, body blows, make some change, adios Take pride in yo ride like a playa should Roll like Spice Adams through yo favorite hood Come hit the city once, you might stay for good Pull the baddest on the planet, shit i think i could With a fresh chop, wipin down the wet spots In these dead stocks, talkin shit like Red Fox And I hope your breasts pop out that mesh top Baby, its the best out back to wreck shop Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror Wiped down, you can see a little clearer I leave that bullshit up in the rear These niggas ain't close as they appear Black Ice, big trees in the system Pipes Loud, if you blink, you might've missed em I leave that bullshit up in the rear These niggas ain't close as they appear Well let me tell you bout that Tulsa Oklahoma shit Black Wall Streeter, ain't no leasin we buy ownership Man i still remember, (uh) seeing Flip in my shopping center Sellin tapes up out that trunk back in 1990 somethin I went home and i seen him on the tv screen That's when i told myself that i can do the same thing Fast forward, now my name ring, might catch me round the way Might see me pullin out of Shipley's on a cheat day Any given Sunday might ride The Loop or the B.A Just for inspiration, no obligations on my plate My bike where yo fifth wheel hang, might stop to ride the shit Don't mean to flex, this shit cost more than your appliances Always knew i had it, just had to apply it Now all the pretty Lex P's know my songs and recite it North Houston, North Tulsa, 8 hours to drive it Grab a Sprinter, fill some Jims up inside it, that's how we ridin like Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror Wiped down, you can see a little clearer I leave that bullshit up in the rear These niggas ain't close as they appear Black Ice, big trees in the system Pipes Loud, if you blink, you might've missed em I leave that bullshit up in the rear These niggas ain't close as they appear Why these niggas talk about they cars so much? Aye mayne the shit is so spread out, can't get no broads on the bus You can get up off your ass or you can starve in the cut Go hit that King with 3/4 action like a star for the Bucks Back when the stars in yo hood, had cars like stars for the Rockets Raise they roof up like when Cooper used to ball for the Comets Fore' you ever got on Youtube putting bars in the comments Local labels independence showed the largest of profits And that was influential, floating on instrumentals Back when most my favorite albums had covers by Pen & Pixel My pops had that 5.0, no tinted windows Swear i used to rock Geneva's with pride, til Pimp had dissed those Was 16 headed to Kirby with season passes Back when Chris got his learners permit, scooped me and Bastian And he wasn't even gaspin when sirens was speeding past us But he had him a Revolver, a 40, weed on the dash under Black Ice, Little Trees in the mirror Wiped down, you can see a little clearer I leave that bullshit up in the rear These niggas ain't close as they appear Black Ice, big trees in the system Pipes Loud, if you blink, you might've missed em I leave that bullshit up in the rear These niggas ain't close as they appear Trill workin the wheel Trill workin the wheel Trill workin the wheel, a pimp like the Pimp A pimp like the Pimp A pimp like the Pimp Trill workin the wheel, a pimp like the Pimp