| Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though |
| Uh, mmm-hmm (Let the BandPlay), yup |
| These bitch-ass niggas doin' all this motherfuckin' talkin' |
| I ain’t even doin' no more talkin' |
| There ain’t nothin' to say, ain’t nothin' to talk about |
| This all you gon' hear from me from now on |
| Hold on, hold on |
| Hold on, hold on, haha |
| I’m with your bitch, beatin' her from the back |
| When I be hittin' it from the back, ah |
| Hold on, hold on |
| Uh, uh, hold on, uh |
| Ice on me cold like I’m Frozone (Ice) |
| Cartier watch, hit up two-tone (Bling) |
| Shit on these niggas, that sex got you dead wrong (Dead wrong) |
| We done made packs off a flip phone |
| Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til he get gone (Get gone) |
| Like how he get signed off of two songs? |
| Only been rappin' six months, it ain’t take long (Take long) |
| I fucked the lil' shawty, gotta cum on |
| Catch him in traffic, hit him up 'til the truck gone |
| Greedy lil' bitch got her head gone |
| Send the airhead to get both of their head blown |
| Never ever, ever, would I go like that |
| Gainin' on the gang, checkers, nigga, not chess |
| Go against the gang, get your head put to rest |
| A-1 drop, let the car come and test |
| Came in raw, but I still remixed |
| Pushin' more weight than L.A., Phoenix |
| Blow a light dub, bought some drip in Lenox |
| G-rock shirt, one pack cost fifty |
| Hundred on the lines just to fuck up my kidney |
| Ain’t about the money, then nigga, I ain’t listenin' |
| I’ma slide every time, give a fuck if it risky |
| Rich-ass nigga, still posted in the trenches, uh, yup |
| New opp dead, now the feds out to get me |
| Say he catch a body, but he know that shit fixin' |
| If I’m not in the mood, then y’all not comin' with me |
| God with his ass, next time, can’t miss him |
| Hundred bills at the spot, gotta dismiss him |
| Automatic choppa, yeah, I shoot it with a rhythm |
| I could drop a bag, get 'em up in a blender (Brr, brr, brr, brr) |
| Nigga talkin' gas, who the fuck got killed? |
| Would have been dead, but the feds got a tip |
| Valley Bank, J keep the HK still |
| Catch 'em down bad, I’ma dump a whole clip |
| Give a fuck about your man, get your best man killed |
| Feelin' like the mayor, yeah, the man of the year |
| Had a clear shot, still hit me in the hip |
| Lightbulb diamond, shinin' like a chandelier |
| Maybach slidin' I’m ridin' in the rear |
| All our opps dyin', its a celebration year |
| Diamonds ain’t these see-through, crystal clear |
| Yeah, I signed a deal, that don’t mean I’m in the clear |
| Still hoppin' with the choppa, make a nigga disappear |
| Was ridin' steam, now I’m flyin' in the Lear |
| So Icy Gang, make a bitch say, «Brr» |
| Uh, hold on, uh |
| Ice on me cold like I’m Frozone (Uh) |
| Cartier watch, hit up two-tone |
| Shit on these niggas, that sex got you dead wrong |
| We done made packs off a flip phone |
| Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til he get gone |
| Like how he get signed off of two songs? |
| Only been rappin' six months, it ain’t take long |