Reason – Sign Language (ft. ICECOLDBISHOP) (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

American rapper and songwriter, Reason premieres a Dyhaan Patel & Carlos Acosta-directed music video for the “Sign Language” track featuring ICECOLDBISHOP.

Reason Sign Language

Reason unloads a brand new banger piece alongside ICECOLDBISHOP titled, “Sign Language.” Over hazy production, Reason and BISHOP flex their lyrical dexterity as they swap bars back and forth. Their chemistry is seamless but it’s the contrasts in their delivery and flows that invigorate the song in each verse.

Reason – Sign Language (ft. ICECOLDBISHOP)

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Lyrics

[Intro: ICECOLDBISHOP]
Ayy, my nigga, what’s crackin’? (Ayy, nigga, what’s crackin’?)
You niggas was doing all that big talking, all that big flexing. You niggas ain’t saying nothing now, nigga. What’s up now, nigga? That’s on momma I’m with all the bullshit, nigga. So what you tryna do, nigga? Let me know, nigga. Oh, you niggas is bitches. Okay, I see what’s up (Fuck you, nigga)

[Verse 1: REASON]
I just need some profit, tryna drop tops and be ignorant
I just need some top from thots that ain’t looking for benefit
I just need a bitch to say it’s mine and I ain’t hit it yet
I don’t need no sugarcoating, tell me what you really meant
Young, black, rich and innocent, we ain’t even sinners yet
Stunting like I got it, think it’s mine; no, bitch, I rented it
Remember I was struggling, hustling dreamed it up and living it
Hoes I used to pray for, I don’t pay them hoes attention, shit

[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP & REASON]
Uh-huh
Louis, Gucci, Prada, ayy
New Balenciaga, ayy
Got a brand new chopper, I will use if it’s a problem
Y’all think you know BISH’, please close your mouth, I can’t hear nada, ayy
I put that on mommas, ayy
I put that on mommas, ayy

[Verse 2: REASON, ICECOLDBISHOP & Both]
Bitch, don’t tell me where you been, just tell me where you finna go
Hustling on the block, we used to bet that on a tenner-fold
Young niggas just sinnin’ now he record up at Interscope
Bitch, don’t tell me where I been
Bitch, you see I’m fed up (Uh-huh)
I pull up all extra, brand new coupe, yeah, bitch, we flexing
I block your text message, please don’t text if we ain’t sexting, ah
Even in your section, I’m connected, well-respected
Well, I’m reckless, so they gon’ give me dap or get beheaded
Head gone, head gone, head gone
Tryna live right but I’m dead wrong
New Maybach, skrrt, skrrt, got leg room
Cops pulled up, skrrt, skrrt, nigga sped off
Tryna live good with my head on straight
No new friends, nigga, dead OA
No new friends, nigga, dead OA
No new—, no new—, no new—

[Refrain: REASON & ICECOLDBISHOP]
Gucci, Louis, Prada (Ayy)
Woopty-woopty-yada (Ayy)
I put that on mommas (On mommas)
I put that on mommas (On mommas)
Gucci, Louis, Fendi, Prada, you can’t tell me nada (Uh-huh)
I put that on mommas (Uh-huh)
I put that on mommas, ayy

[Chorus: ICECOLDBISHOP & REASON]
Louis, Gucci, Prada, ayy
New Balenciaga, ayy
Got a brand new chopper, I will use if it’s a problem
Y’all think y’all know BISH’, please close your mouth, I can’t hear nada, ayy
I put that on mommas, ayy
I put that on mommas, ayy