Iced out Patek on my wrist, that lil hoe shine like chandelier
Bitch wanna fuck cause I got racks, lil bitch you cannot come round here
My new G5, it got a drum, it ain't no nigga that I fear
Hopped in that GT63, lil bitch, I'm shifting through the gears
We got perkies and RP's, lil hoe we just tryna get geeked
I call that bitch up after 12, she gon' come through, she tryn' get freaked
Iced out my wrist, my shit might freeze up, new Patek came from Phillipe
Lil boy don't run up on my gang, we put your dumbass right to sleep
I'm off them tens, I'm tryn get geeked
Roll up that sheet, I'm tryn get high
Fuck dat diss, I'm ready go slide
Bitch ass boy get baked like pie
We box him in, can't run, cant hide
Tryn' count these racks up to the sky
I don't want no bitch, ain't down to ride
Bitch I get dressed, I'm way too fly
Mix new Margiela with my Chrome
Lil bitch I'm geeked, leave me alone
I tap my switch and hit his dome
This bitch on dick, tryn' feel my bone
He want that smoke ain't make it home
I switched my scheme, I'm in my zone
Sixteen missed calls up on my phone
You talking down better watch yo tone
Iced out Patek on my wrist, that lil hoe shine like chandelier
Bitch wanna fuck cause I got racks, lil bitch you cannot come round here
My new G5, it got a drum, it ain't no nigga that I fear
Hopped in that GT63, lil bitch, I'm shifting through the gears
We got perkies and RP's, lil hoe we just tryna get geeked
I call that bitch up after 12, she gon' come through, she tryn' get freaked
Iced out my wrist, my shit might freeze up, new Patek came from Phillipe
Lil boy don't run up on my gang, we put your dumbass right to sleep
This shit not fiction, nigga get up out my mentions
You niggas be so pretentious, pull your bitch hair, she got inches
My G23 gon' shoot like Pippen and them shots like hot syringes
Ask around bitch, we them niggas, dropped your mans, boy come avenge him
Dropped your mans, you ain't did nothing, ask your bitch, it's no assumption
I call her, you know she coming, fuck on her, I'll have her cumming
556 gon' have him running but my shots, they won't stop dumping
I hop out screaming who want it, all these hundreds got me jumping
Bitch I turned nothing into something
Iced out Patek on my wrist, that lil hoe shine like chandelier
Bitch wanna fuck cause I got racks, lil bitch you cannot come round here
My new G5, it got a drum, it ain't no nigga that I fear
Hopped in that GT63, lil bitch, I'm shifting through the gears
We got perkies and RP's, lil hoe we just tryna get geeked
I call that bitch up after 12, she gon' come through, she tryn' get freaked
Iced out my wrist, my shit might freeze up, new Patek came from Phillipe
Lil boy don't run up on my gang, we put your dumbass right to sleep