Fresh 2 Death - Intellectual

[Intro]

(We're in some Ice Kold shit, bitch

You already know how the fuck are we coming)

Bitch, I'm ice cold everywhere I go

I got diamonds from my neck down to my toes

We in the black truck with top model hoes

Keep shit ice cold, that's the motto

Everything about me ice cold froze

I just block that bitch to keep her on her toes

New York City, everybody like, "What I'm on?"

Pop out Raf coat, Rick Owen Ramone

They like, they like, everywhere you go, you steady poppin' shit, yeah

I know I don't got ID, but I'm still on the list, yeah

Old hoes hit me up, yeah, want me to get them in, yeah

Twin got pole just in case she hit the fan

What you gon' do if its either sink or swim?

These some Rick Owen boots, ho, these is not no Timbs

When I pull up, they like, "Oh, that's him", "Oh, that's him"

Racks steady, jumpin' out the gym, out the gym

Bad bitch watch me fuck her right on film

Me and my gang stay above the rim

Threw them racks in her face, she like, "Damn"

She finna get her pussy beat to the ground

ARP it hold a hundred rounds

F-F-F-F, that's that sound

Yeah, yeah, I was just down bad, but look at me now, yeah

Have them turnt up every time they hear this sound