Video No Ice de Z Ro 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Z Ro - No Ice Lyrics

Intro:
Screwed up click shit nigga (sippin)
Real killa clan shit nigga
Rother clandross

Hook:
Sippin with no ice
This bottles mine yall boys can’t sip with me
I got dumb money on me and if I go to jail I got bond money on me
This shit is so nice
Damn right I’m drunk as fuck not just tipsy
I got dumb money on me and if I go to jail I got bond money on me

Verse:
Ugh, don’t need know head out the hoe need my bread out the hoe
Make sure it’s what it’s supposed to be and head out the do’
Just trying to go everywhere pimpin can said I can go got this canibus card and all these meds I can blow
If they ain’t smoking what I’m smoking they ain’t getting high
So strong I thought I was standing up I was sitting dyne’
Gotta bе careful when I’m inhaling cuz it’s a lot
Bitch I’m a mason im waiting for when thе bricks arrive
Bout 1.1 million to brush my teeth here
Always on the go though so I barley even sleep here
Rifles the size of Shaquille O’Neal is what I keep here
10,000 dollar tables and shit but don’t even eat here (haha)
Lamb and lobster type of nigga I don’t fuck with burgers
My conversation is for bosses I don’t fuck with workers
You ain’t talkin’ bout a bag then don’t say nothin further
Something disrespect one deep we having something murdered
Fuck that ole soft ass nigga hoe you need something firmer
If you can’t buy her a Benz truck then you don’t deserve her
I’m like the mayor of Houston but not Sylvester Turner
I’m still a street nigga got a ounce of crack on the burner
I got a bag of having fun money on me and if I’m apprehended I got bond money on me
My bank account stupid its the dumb money on me
I’m acting like a hoe you can’t get none from me homie
Owe me better pay me like where all those ends
I uppercut the shit outta you like Charlow twin
I’ll only holler at me when you car note end
This is one deep entertainment so there are no friends
Run up and keep punching until there are no chin
I know they say they solid but them boys gone bend
250 on the dash that’s what that boy Ro in
Go to Mike D for a frenchie if you boys gone spend
20 to 25 keys but don’t need 25 runners
Killer clan an army a hundred twenty five gunners
Pull up in a maybach of 25 hummers
Shout out to Don Kee cuz it been 25 summers
Every time I drop Empire send me my promise
I’ll give it all back if God would give me my mama
Just don’t give me a reason to empty my lama
Never beefin with him but he just get in my drama
I don’t follow his page I don’t even know his songs
So if he diss me I don’t even know whats going on
I don’t care about it or whatever album is going on
I don’t need no assistance ima deal with this hoe alone
I been chilling but I’m about to show my other hand
Don’t matter if they in Houston or in the motherland
They wake up in the morning thinking about another man
I wake up in the morning thinking another hundred grand
Hook:
Sippin with no ice
This bottles mine yall boys can’t sip with me (no yall can’t)
I got dumb money on me and if I go to jail I got bond money on me
This shit is so nice (haha)
Damn right I’m drunk as fuck not just tipsy (vandross)
I got dumb money on me and if I go to jail I got bond money on me