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Description
Engineer, Producer, Executive Producer: Elijah Gabor
Vocalist, Composer Lyricist: Jenevieve Johnson
Composer Lyricist, Vocalist: Freddie Gibbs
Vocalist: SALIMATA
Mixing Engineer: Jeff Ellis Worldwide
Mixing Engineer: Ivan Handwerk
Mixing Engineer: Trevor Taylor
Mastering Engineer: Dale Becker
Mastering Second Engineer: Noah McCorkle
Mastering Second Engineer: Katie Harvey
Mastering Second Engineer: Adam Burt
A& R: Aaron “Dash” Sherrod
A& R: Nicole Wyskoarko
Aand Rcoordinator: Sesen Tsegab
Aand Radministrator: Jeanne Venton
Composer Lyricist: Salma Norma Calhoun
Lyrics and translation
Original
Don't mess with my ice game unless you want trouble. Ooh.
If you throw a fit, bitch, yeah, I got a muzzle.
Ooh. Might dip on my flight risk, oh-whoa. Ooh.
The way you move, baby, need a body double.
-Ooh. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You fucking with the right man, the ice cream man. Footlocker white Nike, tall white tee man. Watching
Martin in apartments while I slice these grams.
I turn a one into a two like they were Siamese twins.
I'm moving like I need a body double, but I'm Gangsta Caine, I do my own stunts. Dipped to Seven Deuce and got the chrome brush.
On the road like seven days a week, man, I ain't home much.
Chasing ass and bad tour habits can fuck your home up. Yeah, let's take a toast to my toxicity.
Ralph Tresvant, you need a man with sensitivity. I double back and try to smash, girl, we got history.
Thick like grits, I reminisce when you was dissing me.
Now I'm in the section having extra, doing specials with directors. Dr.
Bentley Cooper, bitch, I go electric with the spectrum. On the night shift, I run a tight ship.
I'm faithful now, but for the right bitch I'll be your flight risk. You gotta hold me down.
Don't mess with my ice game unless you want trouble. Ooh.
If you throw a fit, bitch, yeah, I got a muzzle.
Ooh. Might dip on my flight risk, oh-whoa. Ooh.
The way you move, baby, need a body double.
Ooh.
Came for the eight and I went to the West, now here's to the orange wine.
Fuck a little light transplant, it's doing its thing under the vine.
I'm in the spot on the way to the top, do not waste my time.
Came out of rubble, save me a couple, look at how time fly. Flight risk, I like this, enticing.
Undermine once you see the way I'm icing. From New York, so the source, I could get priceless.
Out the gutter where I come from, shit might get.
All effused in a minute, make a move to the middle. Know your swag, don't swindle me, my eyes halfway.
In the mood, feeling supple, since it's two, that's a couple.
In this room, 'fore I fuck you, I'on get my way. Okay, like my bubbles in the bath bookcase.
D'usse, shake up the pouring when you see my face. This cake could be yours if you got some stake.
And I like my -meat well done, fuck up the plate.
-Don't mess with my ice game unless you want trouble. Ooh.
If you throw a fit, bitch, yeah, I got a muzzle.
Ooh.
Might dip on my flight risk, oh-whoa. Ooh.
The way you move, baby, need a body double. Ooh.
Don't mess with my ice game unless you want trouble. Ooh.
If you throw a fit, bitch, yeah, I got a muzzle.
Ooh. Might dip on my flight risk, oh-whoa.
English translation
Don't mess with my ice game unless you want trouble. Ooh.
If you throw a fit, bitch, yeah, I got a muzzle.
Ooh. Might dip on my flight risk, oh-whoa. Ooh.
The way you move, baby, need a body double.
-Ooh. -Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You fucking with the right man, the ice cream man. Footlocker white Nike, tall white tee man. Watching
Martin in apartments while I slice these grams.
I turn a one into a two like they were Siamese twins.
I'm moving like I need a body double, but I'm Gangsta Caine, I do my own stunts. Dipped to Seven Deuce and got the chrome brush.
On the road like seven days a week, man, I ain't home much.
Chasing ass and bad tour habits can fuck your home up. Yeah, let's take a toast to my toxicity.
Ralph Tresvant, you need a man with sensitivity. I double back and try to smash, girl, we got history.
Thick like grits, I reminisce when you was dissing me.
Now I'm in the section having extra, doing specials with directors. Dr.
Bentley Cooper, bitch, I go electric with the spectrum. On the night shift, I run a tight ship.
I'm faithful now, but for the right bitch I'll be your flight risk. You gotta hold me down.
Don't mess with my ice game unless you want trouble. Ooh.
If you throw a fit, bitch, yeah, I got a muzzle.
Ooh. Might dip on my flight risk, oh-whoa. Ooh.
The way you move, baby, need a body double.
Ooh.
Came for the eight and I went to the West, now here's to the orange wine.
Fuck a little light transplant, it's doing its thing under the vine.
I'm in the spot on the way to the top, do not waste my time.
Came out of rubble, save me a couple, look at how time fly. Flight risk, I like this, enticing.
Undermine once you see the way I'm icing. From New York, so the source, I could get priceless.
Out the gutter where I come from, shit might get.
All effused in a minute, make a move to the middle. Know your swag, don't swindle me, my eyes halfway.
In the mood, feeling supple, since it's two, that's a couple.
In this room, 'fore I fuck you, I'on get my way. Okay, like my bubbles in the bath bookcase.
D'usse, shake up the pouring when you see my face. This cake could be yours if you got some stake.
And I like my -meat well done, fuck up the plate.
-Don't mess with my ice game unless you want trouble. Ooh.
If you throw a fit, bitch, yeah, I got a muzzle.
Ooh.
Might dip on my flight risk, oh-whoa. Ooh.
The way you move, baby, need a body double. Ooh.
Don't mess with my ice game unless you want trouble. Ooh.
If you throw a fit, bitch, yeah, I got a muzzle.
Ooh. Might dip on my flight risk, oh-whoa.