Iconic

Whoa Whoa Sit down and listen bitch It's been a minute since I came and talked my shit Let's go, three in the cut I just be rolling shit up Like what? Weed in a blunt, I ain't record in a month Uh, double the cup, cold like I'm icy as f*ck Yeaaaah, ain't gonna bluff, shit is about to get rough I just be eating these rappers like this shit is dinner and I skipped my lunch I just get right to the punch, like upper cuts coming straight to the gut I'm doing too much, switching lanes pop the clutch Privacy is untouched and there's very few that I trust cause I'm looking like what got into these fools Is it the pills or maybe the booze Acting like I don't got shit to lose When this is what the f*ck that I do hoe Like I got two phones And you should hit me up cause I'm back and I won't be too long So baby put your shoes on and pick me up cause I'm too gone Business man with no suit on, you talking shit but got two songs, that's too wrong pause Bring it back for me I got them all shaking ass so naturally The funny thing is I give them half of me Now this some shit that you had to see Ooo, to tell you the truth, I poured a fifth in my juice To try and get loose, I got the boof I got the boof, yeah I got the boof It came from Peru Two grams in my shoe My flow is so hot, my flow is so new The shit that I got, they ain't got a clue I'm talking a lot, you talking a few From coke and dope fiends, to hopeless moping I never gave up, I ain't even gloating Plot and smoking, I kept on floating The money is the motive that's thought provoking So what the f*ck do you need I got it Everything around me I bought it Smoke a joint while I bump The Chronic Write a song, and sip gin and tonic What the f*ck do you need I got it Sketchy deals, you gon need an audit Smoke a joint while I bump The Chronic J.G., man this shit's iconic