Envy - Icy Narco

Don’t start shit

No, I don’t start shit (Oh, yeah)

Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas

I don’t start shit, no

I don’t start shit (Yeah)

I don’t start shit (No)

I know that you envy me

I see all them signs of jealousy (Jealously)

I’m a legend, this my legacy, yeah (Legacy)

Fuck me to my melodies

I’ma break you down mentally

Frozen demons, frozen entities

Back then, yeah, she didn’t want to sit next to me

Now you crave me 'cause I’m a celebrity

Got her stressin', left her heart frozen (Brr)

Through stress I smoke a 'Port (You dig)

Pull up flexin' in a Porsche (Skrrt)

Hit your bitch 'cause you a dork

Over my knee, it get dark (Yeah)

Hanging in the trenches, I’ma smoke 'em by the pound (Yeah)

Panoramic vision, yeah, I put this bitch on spark

Keep a Draco in the Jag, of course

Had intercourse before I learned the course

Stripper bitch, I had her leg on the motherfucking purse

Tryin' not to feel cursed, how’s he always in first?

Pain into sound, word to scar storage

Dance with the devil, it only get worse

They love you then they hate you, that’s the curse

Niggas be fake, fake diamonds and watch (Bling)

Icy Narco at the top

Walk through the gates of Hell from my spot (Yeah)

Put my niggas in the jet, we ball

She infatuated with my car (Yeah)

Yeah, my demons took her soul

Flexin' on my ex, make her hate her life

Doing better without me, bitch, I know that’s a lie

Now I’ma watch you cry, I’ma watch you die

Suckin' me for Fendi, but hey, them slides are nice

Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti

I really be drippin' just like Bacardi

And my neck looking like a pool party

Lil' Icy, I’m the heart of the party

Huh, yeah

Shootin' at niggas, it madness (Boom)

Play with my cards, I know magic (Yeah)

You finna die if you think that I’m lacking

You acting like it ain’t gon' happen

Nigga, I’ll send you my address (Pull up)

Come to my house and I’m lifting my mattress

Sending those bullets of passion

Ayy, this shit look like tennis racket

Ayy, ayy, take your bitch for target practice

Ayy, ayy, fuck her like a porn actress

Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti

I really be drippin' just like Bacardi

And my neck looking like a pool party

Lil' Icy, I’m the heart of the party