Running up ice so much ice like a sickle
Can't interpret my Glock because it talk in riddles
Make em dance with the stars, no Charli D'amelio
We deliver that smoke like Sarpino's
Ain't talkin bout pizza Taquetta's my opps getting hungry we feed em Orsinas
Markaz warm blooded but colder than freezers
I be distributing bags like I'm Diezer
RDS-5 told him hold that
PTAD make him hold that
Autopilot I don't jet lack
Blast at my brother I blick back
Boom boom boom
I talk my shit with my stick, they say I be running the convo
All these lil niggas my clones, I guess I'm the leader they follow
I used to fight back in Evans, when my brother went to Coronado
If she gone suck me up, told her gone head, but it better be full throttle
Eyes in the back of my head Danzo
Bands all colors even Albino
Sippin on Stella Rose, or Masscatto
Hell naw you ain't fooling me I see the G-notes
Ok mixed baddie call her Cookies N Cream
Dark skin like a chocolate supreme
Stick and blade on me Nightwing
Fuck the love language let me know yo kinks
Iced out VV's on my shooters
Stage him but I ain't no YouTuber
Give him nightmares call me Freddie Krueger
Niggas hating like I know em don't make sense what I do to ya