Iconz - Laughin' at Ya lyrics

Some of y'all n***as need to call your wife and your chaperone Right motherf**ing now Ya know why (Why, they got to call em why, why) Cause the party's over dog (why, why, why) Fire starters up in this motherf**er here (fire starters who the hell is that) Fire starters is them n***as from MIA (MIA I don't know sh** bout no MIA) Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha [SupaStarr] n***a I don't give a f** if your vest be on When I spit one in your chest be gone Y'all n***as done f**ed up, y'all wanna test me huh I make y'all spit the sh** y'all got and wanna blast me what! [Bulldog] Y'all motherf**ers know me, homie The one and only Sick beef stick to your b**h like baloney, homie Me and chapter's more then Chromies, homie Like we swim in the sauce like we Chef Ravioli [Chapter] I blaze these tracks with amazing raps Bet y'all say who the f** is that Two twenty-five sport ice twice your size Look at my clique When we ride it's like icersize Blind shine n***a [Luc Duc] It's so true n***a When I'm broke I come and bust at you n***a When I'm horny I can take your trick from you n***a Peep game n***as Y'all can't f** wit us (wit us) (Chorus) [Luc Duc (Others)] We roll through like semis What's that smoke trees coming from the M-I (We laughing at ya) Ha, Ha, (You f** with us) Ha, Ha, (Dumb b**h) We roll through like semis What's that smoke trees coming from the M-I (We laughing at ya) Ha, Ha, (We bucking at ya) Ha, Ha, (Die n***a) [Chapter] n***a, we pop bottles and shells Find us in south bay Getting lit in custom model V-12s We pimp and got models for sale p**y hot at the tail Born to goggle dicks with throats deeper then whales Don't call me Jehovah cause I only offer you hell f** casket shopping and n***a seal your coffin with nails n***a [Stage McCloud] How many times must I tell everybody? You not ready for Stage or my shottie I send cats to heaven with guides like Scottie Shut down blocks like Compton House Parties (that's right) All you average Joes are straight sloppy Poppi call me HIV you can't stop me [SupaStarr] Y'all n***as really don't know me I Chill on the side like your chrome be Blowing up sh** like the phone be Do my dirt all by my lonely Taking that cheese like macaroni n***a (Chorus) [Luc Duc] Throw it up; if you feel you can thug like me Take a bud light it up and get high like me Take a trick lift her thighs lick her clit like me Take a Glock lick back and bust shots like me [Tony Manshino] It's the motherf**ing K-I with the N-G in me So call me ageless struggle Professor na, na Tree P [Stage McCloud] Y'all know we more clits then four dykes straight up Beef with us might get you laid up or sprayed up For real I'm sicker then flu season No reason We pull gats till we see heavy breathing [Chapter] I'm bout to drop a dime on ya like a snitch to the feds Take my sh** in doses it might just f** up your head Beat this game now and all I'm seeing is red And a bunch dead motherf**ers when I sliced your head [SupaStarr] Yo, yo, yo I never stop folks I squeeze till they brain on the condo These n***as probably thinking like oh this from a model I'm a trife ho May I sight mighty tight? Just know I'll blow your a** up quicker then Heidi Flight Cause I'm the sh** on this mic Y'all n***as better off slinging dick to your wife (Chorus) (Ha, Ha in the background) This how we putting down for the y2 grand n***a Straight for the M-I-A Iconz n***a Dirty, Dirty south style Yeah n***a Representing all of Dayd County To New York City to Open Lot Atlantic City Little Haiti Cheralon Wimwood Hinita All my n***as from the OT All my thugs from the grill To Doon The O city Around to the Keys All my get money n***as All my take money b**hes All my bust a slug thugs for those who show no love