I still got trap money (Trap)

extortion and rap money (Rap)

if I'm bein' honest (I'm bein' honest)

Murder and love, keep it three hundred

them members gon' die 'bout

that money (Gon' die 'bout that bread)

Runnin' with jackers (Jackers)

certified smackers (Smackers)

don't get wrapped like mummy (Wrapped like mummy)

Addin' 'em up (Addin' 'em) , lay in your bushes

nigga, Monday through Sunday (Monday through Sunday)

King Crook, you get slimed for nothin'

Mask down

Shiesty'll be home 'fore the summer (Free Shiesty)

Get up in line, you niggas be runners (Get up and run 'em)

Tryna book Crook, better come with some commas (Commas)

This shit better come up in bundles (In a bag)

Promotors be trippin', they lie, we gon' bump 'em

Send a blitz too fast

all they know is thump 'em (Get 'em touched)

Three hundred through his shit, I ain't give him a number

My head was hard as a bitch, so I went

and got me a glizzy and put it to work

Ain't worried 'bout no nigga steppin' on me

he play wrong in this bitch and I'm uppin' it first

I don't need no switch, I can go spin with this semi

and make the bitch shoot like a burst

Headtap, leave that bitch in a hearse

Same nigga be tryna be friendly

still be gettin' they ass taxed for a verse

Bitch, I'm Big 26, I hop out with a stick

Better stay out the way or get hit in the face

Ain't no competition with these niggas

And I don't take 'em serious

when they look at this shit like a race

Bad bitch gon' eat the dick off the rip

All these blues on a nigga, might think I'm a Crip

Catch 'em lackin', I'm uppin' that bitch off the hip

Throwin' fours 'til I die, nigga, shout out to Flip

I still got trap money (Trap)

extortion and rap money (Rap)

if I'm bein' honest (I'm bein' honest)

Murder and love, keep it three hundred

them members gon' die 'bout

that money (Gon' die 'bout that bread)

Runnin' with jackers (Jackers)

certified smackers (Smackers)

don't get wrapped like mummy (Wrapped like mummy)

Addin' 'em up (Addin' 'em) , lay in your bushes

nigga, Monday through Sunday (Monday through Sunday)

King Crook, you get slimed for nothin'

Mask down

Shiesty'll be home 'fore the summer (Free Shiesty)

Get up in line, you niggas be runners (Get up and run 'em)

Tryna book Crook, better come with some commas (Commas)

This shit better come up in bundles (In a bag)

Promotors be trippin', they lie, we gon' bump 'em

Send a blitz too fast

all they know is thump 'em (Get 'em touched)

Three hundred through his shit

I ain't give him a number (Go)

Record in New York, raised in Atlanta

but from Alabama (True)

From the 6 to the M

retired like a mobster and moved to Miami (Wow)

My bitch in a lemon, my jit in a Porsche

you can't buy a Camry (Well, damn)

Mr. Davis, no Sammy, new all-white Bentley

yeah, that's for the nanny (Granny)

So Icy the family, So Icy the gang, So Icy the mob (So Icy)

So Icy the label, this ain't no facade

this shit like a job (We workin')

When times were hard, we stole

we lied, we had to rob (Facts)

Mama tried to tell me right from wrong

my head was hard (Mama)

Potato on barrel, then hit your shit in

The spot you flexin', my lil' niggas run in (Run)

Crook shit, nigga, I done turned to a trend

Block hot, leave it runnin', snatch it again (What?)

Murder and love, that's what they spin (Off the murder)

Headtap, headtap, burn 'em again (Te amo)

Tryna boost the rate 'bout they man (Unconditional)

Opposition never win (Frrt-frrt-frrt, get 'em smacked)

Never payin' (Frrt) , Drac', fully, F&N

Bend they block, nothin' but fans (Bend 'em)

Tryna put somethin' in the wind (In the air)

Hawk down, get your mans (HDG)

1017 on my back, I don't bend (On my back)

Triple cross, for that 3, all in (That 3 on my chest, nigga)

Concrete, for the bricks, locked in

I still got trap money, extortion

and rap money, if I'm bein' honest

Murder and love, keep it three hundred

them members gon' die 'bout that money

Runnin' with jackers, certified smackers

don't get wrapped like mummy

Addin' 'em up, lay in your bushes

nigga, Monday through Sunday

King Crook, you get slimed for nothin'

Mask down, Shiesty'll be home 'fore the summer

Get up in line, you niggas be runners

Tryna book Crook, better come with some commas

This shit better come up in bundles

Promotors be trippin', they lie, we gon' bump 'em

Send a blitz too fast, all they know is thump 'em

Three hundred through his shit, I ain't give him a number