(Cxb know he go crazy)
(Ayo Bleu)
(It´s Malik on the track)
Uh

Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that´ll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon´ get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it´s lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C´s on your bag, you can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I´m mad, mad, so don´t treat me like the average ones

Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun
I didn´t really have a choice, now it´s a blessing, I´m the chosen one

I´m really the voice of all them youngin´s toting stolen guns
Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one
And don´t forget I´m only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one, and plus I drive a twenty-one
I was seventeen fucking bitches that was twenty-one
Since the plug number nineteen, fuck it, let him go for twenty-one
Promethazine and codeine got me floating like a astronaut
Just like a punter, kick the door in, fuck a duck, he went and air ´em out
Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag, like right back at you, whack his bro this time
Bleu draw the line inside the parking lot
I´m only parking with your parking lot (Skrrt, skrrt)

Tell them we love them, brand new black Air Forces
Them boys is askin´ me if I trust that squad
Count my blue faces now I´m moonwalking in Calabasas
Private flight, new places, still to this day richer than all my opps
Ring around the rosie with that stick (Brrra), fuck it, spin they block
Gon´ ride ´round with that heavy metal in a foreign car
The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross
Bentley Jeep, let´s ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo
It be the same ol´ one that yell bros that´ll tell on you
I know locked behind the cell doors you´ll tell something

Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck
Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that´ll get her wet
Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, fuck it, get him whacked
Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon´ get away
Ayy, iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it´s lights out when I catch that boy
Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky
Two C´s on your bag, you can get anything that you want
Truth be, yeah, I´m mad, mad, so don´t treat me like the average ones