SPARKLING ICE (sped up) Lyrics

G-Smasha on the track

Just in from the market,

Young kid outta Charlotte

Fingers up where I'm parkin

Inches out, I'm enlargin

Pit stop, I be chargin

Free the dogs, hear the barkin

In my teen years, I be chartin

Sittin' around on my carpet

Takin' off, I'm departin

I'm shootin' my shot like I'm Hardin

All of my bros, I'm regardin

Sippin' that water, it's sparklin

Young Tate, get me started

And I'm flippin' and kickin' and bargin

No, I'm not watchin' the comments

You fellas is fakin' the nonsense

Yeah, yeah

Takin' off from the universe

Then I be spreadin' my numeral

First rappin' not a juvenile

All the men, yall be usable

Been goin' cray, it's the usual

I'm doin' not what is doable

My food is not pharmaceutical

I'm on top, like the cuticle

You say I'm too hot, like the crucible

I'm never gon' stop like a tumoral

Careers ending like a funeral

Steppin' on air like a crucifal

They say rap is a demon, illuminal

I'm the holy god of musical

Spreadin' the word like I'm Buddha

I don't know what they assumin

The biggest producer

Sittin' right here watchin' movies

I'm never a shooter

Until it's computers

I be on top like Garuda

My hue is the brown, but I'm not around

Typin' away like it's Lua

I'm runnin' a mile with the pumas

Cause I got the pumas

Yeah, yeah

We touchin' the Pluto

Yeah, yeah

I'm gettin' my mood up

Yeah, yeah

I'm gettin' my moolah

Yeah, yeah

I'm gettin' their sooner

Just a minute, I'll take me to Juno

And I'm thinkin' about ways to move up

Give me a second, I'll change the weather

A planet of lies, but now you can't fool us

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ay, ay

I been rollin' through the 704

With my two Gs

Swingin' in the city, watchin' movies

We comin' up and

Ready or not, like the Fugees

Feel like I'm on some some

I'm never gettin' moody

I'm the greatest to be

No, I'm not Tunechi

Reservin' my Gucci

For the next New Year

Ridin' round a two-seat

Me in my blue jeans

Just a normal man

Never xan, on the route deep

Yeah, yeah

You cannot walk on my coat

I'm wearin' the looks of a goat

Singin' to men like a pope

My words, they run like its dope

You can never cope, you can never smoke

You know it's finna be folk

A decade or so, the culture is soaked

Just in from the market,

young kid outta Charlotte

Fingers up where I'm parkin

Inches out, I'm enlargin

Pit stop, I be chargin

Free the dogs, hear the barkin

In my teen years, I be chartin

Sittin' around on my carpet

Takin' off, I'm departin

I'm shootin' my shot like I'm Hardin

All of my bros, I'm regardin

Sippin' that water, it's sparklin

Young Tate, get me started

And I'm flippin' and kickin' and bargin

No, I'm not watchin' the comments

You fellas is fakin' the nonsense