Released on May 26, 2017

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INTRO: (JAXIN WAXIN FLAXIN)

Ice on ice on ice

All this water on me nice, yeah

All this Dior on me nice, yeah

CHORUS: (AUSTIN WOODS)

Touch down

Dash down

Five guys

Yeah Lil' bitch so high

Yeah, Ines gone give me mine

Then spice crew gone make her cry yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Bitch I bite through lettuce no tomato. (No tomato)

Five guys, french fries yeah it's fatal. (It's fatal)

Mamacita, (Mamacita)

Go [?], (Go [?])

Cocaina, (Cocaina)

Smoke that reefer, (Smoke that Reefer)

Smoke that reefer, smoke that reefer. (Yah)

VERSE 1: (ICE WATER)

I'm sippin' Voss like I'm Rick Ross

Ice on my lip not lip gloss

Please do not ask how much my shit cost

Your girl on me like a lip lock. (Lip lock)

Your boy so ugly he's Criss-crossed (blrr)

I'm in the studio i'm pissed off. (pissed off)

Bals up here no rip offs

Shit, go down you wish to walk

Never hit a girl keep your door locked

VERSE 2: (JU LIAN)

Please do not touch on my Gucci yeah, (Gucci)

Fuckin' that bitch in the coochie yeah

Droppin' that ass in them blue jeans yeah

Yeah, I spent two on my new jeans yeah

Can't hit it twice that's for newbies yeah

Smokin' the green that's a dubie yeah. (Dubie)

Put me in scout with a new dream yeah

Just started rappin' I'm a newbie yeah

INTERMISSION: (JAXIN WAXIN FLAXIN)

Eat these xannys like they're rice

Fucked your nanny last night

You can ask a bitch I'm right. (Yeah)

CHORUS: (AUSTIN WOODS)

Touch down

Dash down

Five guys

Yeah Lil' bitch so high

Yeah, Ines gone give me mine

Then spice crew gone make her cry yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah

Bitch I bite through lettuce no tomato. (No tomato)

Five guys, french fries yeah it's fatal. (It's fatal)

Mamacita, (Mamacita)

Go [?], (Go [?])

Cocaina, (Cocaina)

Smoke that reefer, (Smoke that Reefer)

Smoke that reefer, smoke that reefer. (Yah)

VERSE 3: (A.B.)

Other people hating but all I'm gonna say

If you ain't spice crew get the fuck out of the way

I don't play, I don't play

I'm fightin' [?]

Gettin' tight amount of [?]

Just to get light headed in Vegas

It's the night before the day


[?]

Tonight I'm barely playing

And it's the way to make the pain

It's a night one day

And well do it my way

Goin' out to find my momma

Gonna find my way, ok

It's a feelin' that'll never go away, ok

It's a place that I'm always gonna stay, ok

It's a feelin' that'll never go away, ok

It's a place that I'm always gonna stay, ok

VERSE 4: (PAJAMA LLAMA)

Pull up in the studio no bars written

Got a thick bitch and she ain't in the kitchen

Cheffin' some potions i'm witchin'

Get a shot to the face if your snitchin

Ooh, ooh, my hype so loud gotta keep it outdoors

Posted up back to the floor

Hirsch got more greener than convenience stores

Extendo longer than a dinosaur

Flex that, flex that

I got more up and downs than an elevator

Bitch wanna fuck like now or later

I been on more waves than a surf board

When I get angry my powers restore

We spice crew and Finn's chairman of the board

Don't talk to me, don't to me, yeah

I'm not an Og, not an Og, I keep it Low-Key yeah

But when I get on it i'm spittin'

High-key Charlie ain't never admittin'

That's bubbly we sippin

My fly unzippin'

Don't get between me and my boys

VERSE 5: (KING DRO)

Slide in my Dm's and shawty look fine

She cry in my beamer like it be a crime

I post up my number your girl hit my line

Your girl give me head, she be workin full time

I hop out the coupe then I cash out

Your girl hit my dm's I smash now

Producers they know i'm a cash cow

I'm poppin' some pills I might crash now

Ooh, yeah yeah, Imma pop it when I rock it

Yeah, yeah, your girl sittin' in my cock pit

Ooh yeah, my stock it be a topic

Ooh wearin Gucci how they flockin

Yeah, Designer draped up on my jeans

Funky flexin' in my seams

Spent two k on some blue cream

Spent a night in your girl's dreams yeah

Your girl's dreams yeah

Your girl's dreams yeah