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Uh, yeah
Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your that'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Aude mars
You know it's lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C's on your bag, you can get anythin' that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad rich
So don't treat me like the average ones
Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun
I didn't really have a choice, now it's a blessin', I'm the chosen one
I'm really the voice of all them young ins totting stolen guns
Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one
And don't forget I'm only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one
And plus I drive a twenty-one
I was seventeen that was twenty-one
Since the plug number nineteen
Fuck it, let him go for twenty-one
Promethazine and codeine got me floatin' like an astronaut
Just like a punter, kick the door in
A duck, he went and air 'em out
Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag
Like right back at you, whack his bro this time
Draw the line inside the parking lot
I'm only parkin' what your parking lot
You know we love them brand-new black Air Forces
Them boys is askin' me if I trust that squad
Stack my blue faces now I'm moonwalking in Calabasas
Private flight, new faces, still to this day richer than all my opps
Ring around the Rosie with that stick, fuck it, spin they block
Oh, ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car
The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross
Bentley Jeep, let's ride down Melrose to get some Farrago
It be the same one that yell bros that'll tell on you
I know locked behind the cell doors you'll tell somethin' (uh, yeah)
Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your, that'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Aude mars
You know it's lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C's on your bag, you can get anythin' that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad rich
So don't treat me like the average ones
Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your that'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Aude mars
You know it's lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C's on your bag, you can get anythin' that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad rich
So don't treat me like the average ones
Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun
I didn't really have a choice, now it's a blessin', I'm the chosen one
I'm really the voice of all them young ins totting stolen guns
Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one
And don't forget I'm only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one
And plus I drive a twenty-one
I was seventeen that was twenty-one
Since the plug number nineteen
Fuck it, let him go for twenty-one
Promethazine and codeine got me floatin' like an astronaut
Just like a punter, kick the door in
A duck, he went and air 'em out
Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag
Like right back at you, whack his bro this time
Draw the line inside the parking lot
I'm only parkin' what your parking lot
You know we love them brand-new black Air Forces
Them boys is askin' me if I trust that squad
Stack my blue faces now I'm moonwalking in Calabasas
Private flight, new faces, still to this day richer than all my opps
Ring around the Rosie with that stick, fuck it, spin they block
Oh, ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car
The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross
Bentley Jeep, let's ride down Melrose to get some Farrago
It be the same one that yell bros that'll tell on you
I know locked behind the cell doors you'll tell somethin' (uh, yeah)
Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your, that'll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Aude mars
You know it's lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C's on your bag, you can get anythin' that you want
Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad rich
So don't treat me like the average ones
Credits
Writer(s): Tyquian Bowman, Malik Bynoe Fisher, Braylen Rembert, Jacoby Cherry
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