[2 Chainz]
If it ain’t gas, I ain’t smokin’ it
Say the ol’ national’s loccin’ it
Say my nigga though we provokin’ it
And I had a pot with a fork in it
And it go skrrt when I turn it
I teach you how to trap, ‘higher learning’
Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt when I lean it
Cuban link on Aquafina
Wore big drip to the subpoena
Funky Cold Medina
From the stove, to the arena
Got a side chick missing, have you seen her?
I’m a big dog, nigga don’t forget that
I still know where the stick’s at
Know some people that will do you dirty
But I still know where the rinse at
Designer on me, motherfuckin’ mismatch
I never said where the bitch at
I'm tryna make my goals
I’m tryna right my wrongs
I got my Wife on froze
I got the ice that glows
They don’t even sell it in the stores
They don’t make this type no more

[OSBS]
Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi
Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
I know, I know, she needs, oh yeah

So many bricks, had to Gucci my sweater
Drip like umbrellas, we step in Margiela
She think it’s real, I know I can do better
Come to the face tryna keep it together
I know you down for whatever
That guy there done made you a savage
You built for whatever
Foreigns, my foot on the pedal
I’m good so I’m racing the devil
That iced out my bezel
Shout out AG ’cause it made me a killer
I know the cops and the ops want the killers
South of LA we don’t smoke Reggie Miller
Splash of codeine I can barely remember
My niggas don’t drop a dime or a nigga
You die, alright, they won’t miss you
Pull up with clips, they hang out like they with you
Lost my day one, gotta tote through the pictures
I know when I broke your heart, you was dinner
I had to vent through a stack and a stripper
Gucci bandana, I tied on a pistol
He just drip sauce when I kill ‘em
Saint Laurent on the denim

[OSBS]
Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi
Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
I know, I know, oh yeah

Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now
Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty
Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi
Ice like hockey, rice hibachi
Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy
Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh
I know, I know, oh yeah