[Intro](Gavin, turn this bitch up)Icy-ass buffs, I got— bitchIcy-ass buffs, I got— damnIcy-ass buffs, I got— haha[Verse]Icy-ass buffs, I got carats on my nose like a snowmanCatch an opp and air him with that pole, I don't throw handsGotta know he married to them pros if you know StanYeahHe done iced the bando, Lando went and threw some carats in the trackHow I'm ridin' with the AR, need a parrot on my back (Arr)I be shittin' 'cross the planet, I'm in Paris with them racksPeople sayin' they gon' kill me, they hilarious with that, huhHutch got me icy, I might freezeThink I only like her on her kneesPoppin' out with Glocks and ARPsChristian, Off, Essentials, got me blessed, they think I sneezedShe think I'm the Joker, she gon' fuck me 'cause my cheese longEverybody rockin' Off, it's funny 'cause my team onFourteen-hundred-dollar 'fit, I only got some jeans onQuick to leave a bitch right where I met her, I don't need hoesUnky like Bill Withers in that trap, he got his lean onI might walk up in the Louis store with double G's onFifty on the switchy, catch him out and cut the beam onGet the lo' and leave him in the ditch if ganger ding-dongShe think I'm her baby, I ain't Tron, thoughI might wear designer caps, but I ain't lyin', thoughI think doggy need a scale 'cause what he eyein' for?Everywhere I go, I keep the nine, they think I'm RondoGive that bitch a flu shot, I know my ex sickUnky got the golden wrist the way he 'Rex whipI done wrote a thousand Visas on that X6On my to scratch a milli' off that checklistTwenty-pointers in my buffs, but forties in the GlockIf I call up the Militia, 40 hit his topBrodie poured another line, he snorin' in his popGang'll get the F&N or he can get his chopMiddle fingers every pic, I don't like to poseThey ain't tryna fuck, doggy tryna fight the hoesBrodie wanna kick the cup, tryna right his wrongsTreat your bitch like a dog, tell her bite this boneIf you see a coffee cup, it ain't no caffeineI don't even want the slut if she don't act meanAll that perpin' get you blew, I'm tryna stack greenIn the Sprinter, bitches runnin' like the track teamThink my opps strippers, they some hoes with some poles on 'emKnow I got they backs, told my bros I can't fold on 'emI'm a scammer, when I hit that road, I ain't sold nothin'Give a bitch my nuts if the hoes wanna hold somethin', huh[Outro]Dog Shit MilitiaBitch
