[Intro: BabyTron]

(Getta Beats)

(I wish I was Jenry)

(Damn, JakeSand)

All this ice hanging off my neck can start an avalanche (Whew, whew, ice)

[Verse 1: BabyTron]

All this ice hanging off my neck can start an avalanche

Sliding in designer head wraps, we the Taliban

Way before I had some bands, young dawg, I had a plan

Firebomb the whole block, shit get like Pakistan

Twisting 'round in that Urus thing, I might crash the Lamb' (Skrrt)

Huh, shit, so let me chill out (Whew)

I'm a baller, boy, you pay to sit up in the crowd

Hit after hit, shit, where the fuck my triple crown? (Where?)

Closet full of new season, it's somе drip around

Sick you still call yourself the plug and you can't flip a pound

I don't rock the Kеnzo no more, I'm still lion-hearted

I don't miss when I shoot, I don't know why you guarding

Pocket full of green dubs, bitch, I'm balling like the Spartans

Flying off the moonrock, me and gang high as Martians

[Verse 2: StanWill and TrDee]

Blue cheese and lettuce, got a salad in them Ksubi things

I bet all his friends die if ganger let the Uzi sing

Ghetto nigga, Glocky on my hip and let my jewelry hang

I just met the realest bitch, it's funny 'cause her booty ain't

I got big money, you got lil' pape'

Michigan heavy, you some lil' weight

Youngest nigga flexing, bitch, I'm Lil Tay

Mister Pop My Shit A Lot, it's fuck whoever feel a way

In the club mugging, ha-ha

It's funny they don't know I got my blick on me

Counting up a dub, thumbing, ha

I ain't use the money counter, it's for strips only

Looking like a porta-potty, all this shit on me

I be calling all my friends "Quan", I got rich homies

I don't trust 'em far as I can throw 'em, every bitch phony

Next year, I'm walking outta Hutch with a big trophy (Whew, okay)

[Verse 3: TrDee]

Came from the bottom like a slave going to the North

Please don't let these glasses fool you, I am not a dork

I still been balling since I left the court

Don't even try to fuck her if your money short

Stop bringing him around, he bringing up the past

This shit cost me some shit, I gotta leave the tag

You want a nigga with some money but ain't got a bag

Fucked her then hopped on the flight, I had to leave her sad

It's okay, boo

Touched down and hit a bitch, it's only day two

In here watching movies, she ain't got no cable

If you got something that they don't, they gon' hate you

I been the shit like Mr. Hankey

Do you want some smoke? I'll pull up with an eighthy

She told me, "If I let you fuck, don't get to acting crazy"

Turnt the tables on her, now I got her tryna have my baby

[Outro: TrDee]

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