Wop (Wop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ha, go

They say that I'm a clone, I'm not a human being (Well damn)
'Cause I can go numb and mute all my human feelings (Huh?)
Got a murder on my belt
it's holdin' up my denim (It's Gucci)
I'm keepin' the feds out my biz'
you tryna put 'em in 'em (Racks)
You say you wanna square off
well, fuck it, square off (Well damn)
Choppa knock ya hair off, it turned ya bare off (Brr)
I pray my haters get Corona'
stop that coughin' on me (Yeah)
The last nigga ran up on me, in a coffin, homie (Damn)
I know the feds listen to me, they my competition
Couldn't beat me fair and square
so they recruited snitches (You snitches)
Put ya homie in the ICU, he needed stitches
Ya actin' gangster, but deep down
ya know y'all really bitches (Pussy)
I make it snowstorm, not a flurry
whip it in a hurry (Skrrt)
They say I did it, I'm so rich
I still crank up the jury (Yeah)
They wanna hang me by the rafters
like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I coulda retired early thirty (Woo)
Ran through like thirty million dollars
in my early thirties (Huh?)
I rep the 6 like Julius Erving
showtime like Sam Perkins (Wow)
These bitches eatin' these Percocets
like they Boston Baked Beans (Wow)
Somebody pinch him 'cause he tryna be me
it's a dream (It's Gucci)

Uh, used to sell dope at the schoolhouse
look at me now, I'm a rich fuckin' dropout, yeah
Perkys in my mouth, now I pop out
pull up on ya block, everybody get shot down, yup
Cartier shine when the lights out
he don't want the smoke, pussy nigga, better pipe down, uh
Got his main bitch, he wanna fight now
hit it from the back with my Glock in a nightgown
You know how that go, ain't got shit for a bitch
I ain't got shit for a ho
New foreign coupe with the butterfly doors
Made the bitch fly, see how fast we can go
They hate that I made this shit happen, I slept on a pallet
Post at the trap with the ratchet
I used to fuck with them ratchets
but now I blew up, yeah, all of my bitches the baddest

I ain't savin' no ho, I'm a real-ass pimp
Bands in my pocket, why I got a lil' limp
Bitch, I'm poppin' like grease, see my name on a blimp (Go)
Pourin' out their heart, boy, these nigga be simp (Yeah)
Pour a four in my Sprite, now I'm leanin' (Huh)
I face blunts back to back for no reason (Woo)
Bitch it's East Side, I know 'em, I'm bleedin' (Yeah)
Kush all in my lungs when I'm breathin' (MM) , damn
I love a ho with a fat ass, boy
you a bitch wit' yo' rat ass (Go)
You stalkin' my shit wit' yo mad ass
Like Mike Jackson, do it, you badass
Step off in this bitch, it's a light show (Bling)
My diamonds hit without no lights though
I love a thick bitch with no lipo (Ice)
You hate me, your ho in my likes though
You love on that ho, I would never (Damn)
If she wanna ho, then I let her
I might stress me a bitch, never press her
All my guns, they come with a compressor
Thirty-two lighters all on my dresser
Testin' me, I'ma get you together
Bitch, I'm thuggin' no matter the weather
So Icy, we flockin' together

Yeah, fly like a bird, fuck what you heard, bitch
I been makin' serves (Serves)
Uh, big body swerve
I fucked up my Forgiato on the curve (The fuck?)
Yeah, codeine got me slurred
I'm drinkin' too much, spilled this shit on my shirt (Uh)
Yeah, I ball with no jersey
young nigga flexin', young nigga, no splurgin' (Swish)
Uh, Lord, please have mercy
I got two bitches with me emergin' (Yeah)
Bitch, better go join the circus
who you think I is? I ain't buyin' no Birkin
My mama is the only lady I get a purse for
These Instagram bitches ain't nothin' but worrisome
I'm ridin' in a yellow Maybach, sippin' purple
And I got two straps on me, Glock, Urkel (Bah, bah)
Yeah, what the fuck you mean, huh? (Fuck you mean?)
Bitch, this a P. R. E. , 1017, dream team, yeah (Bitch)
Bitch, I ball like Kareem, uh (Swish)
and I'm 'bout my cream, yeah ('Bout my cream, uh)
They say money talk well my diamonds
do too and they sayin', "Bling, " nigga (So Icy) , yeah