ICE AGE Letra - Don Toliver ft. Travis Scott

Mm, mm

Yeah (Yeah)

Mm (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah

Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay

She know my phone number by heart, she think I'm Mike Jones

Why I had to put it down in the ice age?

Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone

You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?

With your dog, shit can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong

Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (Space)

Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (Space)

When we disconnect the wi-fi (Ah)

Up the hill, it's over drastic

I hope you gassed it, I'm over-gassed you crashed it

The last one that lasted, tried to find real in plastic

Them other hoes is mass thick

Way you rock the classics, classic, bomb, bombastic (Bomb)

The setup for the dynasty is looking dynastic

You know the Don nasty

The Mudboy's nasty, you know the Jack nasty, you know the— (Know the)

You know that Fay' nasty, you know the Chase (Know the Chase)

You know the Chase nasty, you know my place (Place)

My place is like the afties, that's word to Niel (Word to Niel)

I'm a knight off in the night, ain't gotta kneel (Nah)

One night with me, was the tea, but don't you spill (Ah)

Though that body fake, baby, keep it real

If he hit, don't give him none like the church

And come to my players club, I'm Dollar (Bill)

Still put my address in like I don't know where I stay

She know my phone number by heart, she think I'm Mike Jones

Why I had to put it down in the ice age?

Where I'm from, you come through late, you don't do that alone

You brought that face out the boondocks, how long did that take?

With your dog, shit can't go left, be with 'em right or wrong

Everybody 'round me top five, come to my space (Space)

Everybody high like sci-fi up in my space (Space)

When we disconnect the wi-fi

In the 713, I'm faced

I say, "Can I get you out for a day?

Can I get you out in the city?"

My girl in here, baby girl in here

We throwin' it good, okay, keep throwin' the air (Throwin' the air)

Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best

Swing to the hood when you need some help

Handlebars, she on my handlebars

She like the finer things and all my candy cars

Throwin' it back, okay, you're doin' your best (Doin' your—)

Swing to the hood when you need some help (Need some)

I'm in the Continental, got her dancin'

Sippin' pineapple, bitch candy (Yup)

Quarter million dollars, got 'em fancy (Yeah)

Two hundred on the dash, don't chance it

Gotta leave the song on, it's your song, babe

H-Town, hold it down, yeah, you goin' crazy

See you in the Bay, bae, you know you in here faded

Know you in here faded

Know you in here faded