(Ayy, yo, Bandplay) check the scoreboard
We up, nigga drank God
Ayy, ayy (yeah)
Yeah, pussy-ass nigga got my huns up
(Bitch) , yeah
F*ck them niggas, we'll shoot the club up
(Shoot the club up) , ayy
And I got it tucked, you better not ɾun up
(Baow) hit a nigga in his head, yeah
That's a gunbutt (Iced Up Records)
I put dick all [Em]down her throat, yeah
She gon' eat it up (She gon' eat it up)
I spent a hundred for [Dm7]the head
But it was [Am7]free to [C7]f*ck
(But it was [Am7]free to [C7]f*ck)
Mix the Adderall [Em]with Xans
I had to [C7]speed it up
Got eighty thousand [Bm]in my [A]pants
That's 'bout a key of cut
(That's 'bout a key of cut)
Spent four thousand [Bm]on [C7]my [A]buffs
That's 'bout an eight around it (yeah)
Then I line them [A]niggas up
We put the taper on [C7]'еm (Skrrt)
I keep ɾunnin' out the 'choo
I got [Fm7]the Drakey on [C7]'еm
(I got [Fm7]the Drakey on [C7]'em)
Stop postin' jewelry on [C7]the 'Gram
We just gon' take it from you
(We just gon' take it from you)
I ain't dissin' on [C7]no songs, yeah
We can shoot it out (Bitch)
And I ain't fuckin' with no
Bitch unless she shootin' out (Pills)
Got cooler system [A]on [C7]the chopper
Had to [C7]cool it out (I had to [C7]cool it out)
A thousand [Bm]choppers, bitch
We packin' like [F]we movin' out
(Like we movin' out)
Yeah, you [A7can tell this bitch a
Trap because the house vacant (Trappin')
Leave that nigga in the clouds
Since he was [Am7]clout chasin'
(He was [Am7]clout chasin')
Four hundred thousand [Bm]just in jewelry
This shit outɾageous (Woo)
I'm still spending old money
That shit outdated (Woo)
You the pussy nigga type
You probably bleed inside
(Probably bleed inside)
All I hang around is ɾobbers
You can see the vibes
(You can see the vibes)
Got a pint of Wocky clean
It cost me three a line (For ɾeal)
How you [A7claim you [A7getting money
But you [A7don't feed your guys?
(But you [A7don't feed your guys?)
F*ck around and [Bm]come the Wraith
I ain't the walkin' type (Skrrt)
You said you [A7gon' pull up on
I ain't the talkin' type (Bitch)
I caught an opp out with his kids
I had to [C7]stall [Em]his life
(Had to [C7]stall [Em]him out)
Quarter million [C7]on [C7]my [A]neck
That's why they call [Em]me Ice
(That's why they call [Em]me Ice)
Take your chain and [Bm]put your
Jewelry up for [Dm7]ɾansom (Hah)
Bitch, I got [Fm7]shooters out in
Maryland [Bm]like [F]I'm Manson [C7](Out in Maryland)
AR on [C7]me, got [Fm7]me movin' like [F]I'm dancin'
(Got me movin' crazy)
F*ck the haters and [Bm]the cops, bitch
This the anthem
(Bitch, this the anthem) , ugh
Motherfuckin' anthem, nigga
Robbers and [Bm]the shooters (Iced Up Records)
All that, we on [C7]that type of time drank God
All the gang members, nigga what?
