Letras
Man, I'm ice cold with these chops
Man, I'm ice cold with this watch
Man, I'm ice cold with these chains
Man, I'm ice cold with these rings
Saw you chillin' with your gang
We pop out, make it go bang
F12, we hate the cops, Got your girls, gave us some top
Me and Jerm, we takin' names
Watch out, nigga, you in our aim
Call up Travis, get La Flame
We not kids, these ain't no games
Ask my wife, I like to blame, all y'all niggas are so lame
This shit ain't gon' hit the same
Gon' hit the same
24-hour spending, two-hour fighting I just spend it in high shit
Lil' nigga, I'm rich, just count the event
I left my hometown and came back with some bands
Link up wit some groupies they take off they pants
She clappin' her ass, she ain't use it on hands
Gucci and Fendi, I mix up my brand
I used to be broke, now I feel like the man
I ain't had no money, these bitches was playin'
Nah, I came up and that bitch is a fan
Fucked by the bitches, just me and my mans
Fucked by the bitches, just me and my brothers
That bitch said she love me, but I just won't fuck her
Send her a Uber, then block the bitch number
Shootin' shit like I'm KD on a Thunder
All of my niggas hit that and you cuffed her
That nigga smoke mint and I'm smokin' on Gusher's
DTB, so I never could trust her
Man, I'm ice cold with these chops
Man, I'm ice cold with this watch
Man, I'm ice cold with these chains
Man, I'm ice cold with these rings
Saw you chillin' with your gang
We pop out, make it go bang
F12, we hate the cops, Got your girls, gave us some top
Me and Jerm, we takin' names
Watch out, nigga, you in our aim
Call up Travis, get La Flame
We not kids, these ain't no games
Ask my wife, I like to blame, all y'all niggas are so lame
This shit ain't gon' hit the same
Gon' hit the same