[ Featuring Lou Gram, Team Eastside Snoop ]
Yeah what?
Star status (Bah)
Gettin' money in this bitch (Nigga)
My nigga Soda in this motherf*cker
My nigga Lou in this bitch
Iced Up Records, yeah
Blowin' on crud with my motherf*ckin' goons
Shout out my nigga Goop
That's my motherf*ckin' two
Had to call him up like
"How the f*ck I'm gon' move?" (Hello?)
Shit, the ticket too high
I need some motherf*ckin' room
Call me Icewear 'cause I love lookin' frosty
Mastered everything that my cuz
Ever taught me scale the only thing that my
Plug ever bought me got two styrofoams
Sippin' mud like it's coffee
Used to pop bars, go in robbin' niggas' spots
(Bitch) i took hella risks for every
Diamond in the watch
Went from shinin' cars to shinin' in the drop
Thirty rounds in the Glock
Put a diamond in your top
Yeah, they know that I'm the man
Motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker
(What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man
Motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker
(What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
(yeah) , ugh
Got your bitch rollin' Backwoods behind tint
Just bought two 40s with two
Thirties for the nine-six
They said he had them things in the house
It was a dry lick f*ck a bitch
Treat my main ho like my side chick
Posted in the club with
Them motherf*ckin' felons
Yeah, them bitches came compressed
But them motherf*ckers sellin'
Nigga step on my toes
Split your motherf*ckin' melon
Vezz just copped a Jesus piece
And that motherf*cker dancin'
Ain't no f*ckin' one-on-ones
This the motherf*ckin' streets
Don't wanna give me eighteen, man
This motherf*cker cheap
Got the all-white buffs
Them bitches lookin' like they bleached
In the club throwin' bands
'cause them motherf*ckers free, bitch
Yeah, they know that I'm the man
Motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker
(What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man
Motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker
(What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
(yeah) , ugh
Bitches see me and they see dollar signs
(Money)
Jesus hands right by them bird collar lines
(Foreign)
Glow-in-the dark Dom P, even my bottle shine
(Sparkle) real drank sipper
I ain't runnin' out of lines (Never)
Watch fully blown, hard to tell time
That shit hit
So it's hard for you to sell lines
(Hit drank)
I really bust trips, I used to bust scripts
(Yup)
Had four chains on, I ain't tuck shit (Never)
I got the baddest hoes tryna suck my dick
(Ho) leave a hundred on the dresser
If I bust quick (F*ck her)
A month, lil' nigga, ain't you heard?
I ran my bands up f*ckin' with
The R's and the syrup
Yeah, they know that I'm the man
Motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker
(What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man
Motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker
(What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
(yeah) , ugh