Can't Fall n Luv

Yeah, too much ice on me, got a young nigga froze Heard they hatin' on lil' Smooky but they said they was my bros All I really know is get them bands on the road I'm just tryna fuck, can't fall in love with no ho, yeah Too much ice on me, it got a young nigga froze I do what I want, I don't follow dress code Uh, hop up out this 'Rari, two tone AP on froze All type designer on my body, Gucci head to toe Heard they hatin' on lil' Smooky but they said they was my bros Pull up foreign, tinted windows, can't see these bands I'm countin' up Can't see these bands I'm countin' up Fashion Nova jeans cover her thigh AP my wrist, honeycomb I'm on the road, ain't comin' home She thick as fuck, she got some thighs on her Grab on her ass, put pliers on her I fell in love with styrofoam I was just fuckin' a redbone Can you please stop blowin' up my phone? Girl, I'm way too busy I just took this trip to Mexico, racks on me, got plenty Skrrt, watch me skrrt off in this Ghost, new Bentley, ain't no renting Too much money, I can't even fold, too much guap, it can't fold All I really know is get them bands on the road I'm just tryna fuck, can't fall in love with no ho, yeah Too much ice on me, it got a young nigga froze I do what I want, I don't follow dress code Uh, hop up out this 'Rari, two tone AP on froze All type designer on my body, Gucci head to toe Heard they hatin' on lil' Smooky but they said they was my bros Pull up foreign, tinted windows, can't see these bands I'm countin' up Oh, counting bands, oh Uh, young, I'm rich as fuck Uh, in my Lam' truck Uh, lil' boy can get jumped Got the semi tucked if he run up Uh, that boy out of luck Big racks lift my bank up Cares 'bout countin' up Damn, shawty bad, and she thick as fuck She dance, shakin' that ass, I just wanna fuck I get in my bag, I just be countin' it up All I really know is get them bands on the road (It's all I know) I'm just tryna fuck, can't fall in love with no ho, yeah (I can't fall in love) Too much ice on me, it got a young nigga froze I do what I want, I don't follow dress code Uh, hop up out this 'Rari, two tone AP on froze All type designer on my body, Gucci head to toe Heard they hatin' on lil' Smooky but they said they was my bros Pull up foreign, tinted windows, can't see these bands I'm countin' up