Icha Gicha (feat. Pharrell Williams)

I wanna hit from behind
 While you take a couple lines
 Gimme good brain like Einstein
 I know you heard it's my time
 You see my people keep dyin'
 And it don't make New York Times
 This shit like Math and Division
 You gotta carry the nine
 She say, "Hey, do you do lines?"
 I say, "No, I don't do lines"
 She say, "Can I be your wife?"
 I say, "No, just do my guys"
 My partner's strappin' the zips
 The nicks, and even the dimes
 Can't even trust your best friend
 I swear these niggas so slime
 I hate when bitches be lyin'
 I love when bitches be fine
 Just 'cause you sippin' the lines
 Don't mean you spittin' your rhymes
 I keep the baddest, the Spanish, the fatest up in V Live
 I keep a lot of felines but more money on my mind
 If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her
 Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
 Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba
 The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha
 Oh baby, you so fine
 I might make you one of mine
 That's why you don't even be tryin'
 That lips and don't wear design
 She freaky pull out my jawn
 She freaky pull out my jawn
 I got her clothes on my blinds
 I get more head than salons
 She say, "Hey, do you do lines?"
 I say, "No, I don't do lines"
 She say, "Can I get the steak?"
 I say "Go 'head, get the prime"
 My partner's throwin' gang signs
 My vato's throwin' gang signs
 They say these hoes be for everybody
 That's cool, they not mine
 I'm screamin' free all the guys
 You seen the pain in our eyes
 The police, they a disguise
 They K.K.K. and for life
 I just might take your advice
 Finesse and shootin' some dies
 They told me she ain't my type
 You better go get your wife
 If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her
 Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
 Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba
 The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha
 If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her
 Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
 Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba
 The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha
 Clear Patricks in my bathroom doin' lines
 Yeah, my ex bitch ask how I'm doin', I'm doin' fine
 Yeah, my shooters out by Louis Vuitton
 I take a trip out to Milan
 She actin' new like Jimmy Neutron
 She tied me in the Uber
 She said, "Do you do lines?"
 I said, "No I don't do lines"
 I said, "Baby, are you blind?"
 Look there's a cork in my wine
 Just like support, girl, I grind
 I'm tryna stack dollar signs
 I hit that bitch without tryin'
 I hit that bitch from the spot
 If she tell you something good 'bout me, you should just believe her
 Take-takin' all her girls out, naked girls in cheetah
 Feelin' on they ass, while they rollin' up the cheeba
 The-then we gonna one up like icha gicha gicha gicha