[Intro]
Alright
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Drank God
Roll the zone up, ni**a
Rich Off Pints
Yeah, we really rich off pints, though
(Iced Up Records)
[Verse]
Yeah, we cookin' lamb chops
Grab that chopper, I might spazz out, Tezzo gon' crash out
AR on me turn his heart to, into a ragtop
Shoot the F&N 'til it jam, it make my pants hot
Yeah, I got that fin co*ked
Got the best chains in the club, that's why I stand out
fu*k security, alright, I mean
I said fu*k security, he's a ho, I make him stand out (He a pussy, for real)
I got my ice on
Clear diamonds all VVS, they look like white 1's
Choose a side, but picked the wrong one and now his life gone
ni**as think lil' gang doin' plumbin' because that pipe on 'em
Yeah, Drac' like an iPhone
.223, I got that four-five, he gon' get Mike'd on
Take your b*tch and give her AP, now she don't like holmes
Audemars shine like the— just cut the lights off
I been grinding since I was five, now I'm an icon (For real)
Freaky b*tch, she got a big ass, and got them tights on
760, that's my new car, plus that's my FICO
Shoot that Glocky 'til my hands numb, look like I type wrong
Yeah, b*tch, this the murder season
Chopper on me sound like Smurk singin', chain cost a thirty even
fu*k my opps, they don't want beef but b*tch, we murder vegans
So much jewelry sit on my chest, it made my shirt a—
It made me anemic (I'm fu*kin' up)
[Outro]
Keep this sh*t goin'
I'm really higher than a b*tch right now
Type of ni**a, goddamn, I don't know what the fu*k I'm gon'—
Who's that recording right now? That's Smurk?
He burnt out, ni**a
Max Beats
Drank God
Big Ice
Rich Off Pints
fu*k this sh*t, I ain't got no L's