Icy Ass Buffs

Lyrics

[Intro] (Gavin, turn this bitch up) Icy-ass buffs, I got— bitch Icy-ass buffs, I got— damn Icy-ass buffs, I got— haha [Verse] Icy-ass buffs, I got carats on my nose like a snowman Catch an opp and air him with that pole, I don't throw hands Gotta know he married to them pros if you know Stan Yeah He done iced the bando, Lando went and threw some carats in the track How I'm ridin' with the AR, need a parrot on my back (Arr) I be shittin' 'cross the planet, I'm in Paris with them racks People sayin' they gon' kill me, they hilarious with that, huh Hutch got me icy, I might freeze Think I only like her on her knees Poppin' out with Glocks and ARPs Christian, Off, Essentials, got me blessed, they think I sneezed She think I'm the Joker, she gon' fuck me 'cause my cheese long Everybody rockin' Off, it's funny 'cause my team on Fourteen-hundred-dollar 'fit, I only got some jeans on Quick to leave a bitch right where I met her, I don't need hoes Unky like Bill Withers in that trap, he got his lean on I might walk up in the Louis store with double G's on Fifty on the switchy, catch him out and cut the beam on Get the lo' and leave him in the ditch if ganger ding-dong She think I'm her baby, I ain't Tron, though I might wear designer caps, but I ain't lyin', though I think doggy need a scale 'cause what he eyein' for? Everywhere I go, I keep the nine, they think I'm Rondo Give that bitch a flu shot, I know my ex sick Unky got the golden wrist the way he 'Rex whip I done wrote a thousand Visas on that X6 On my to scratch a milli' off that checklist Twenty-pointers in my buffs, but forties in the Glock If I call up the Militia, 40 hit his top Brodie poured another line, he snorin' in his pop Gang'll get the F&N or he can get his chop Middle fingers every pic, I don't like to pose They ain't tryna fuck, doggy tryna fight the hoes Brodie wanna kick the cup, tryna right his wrongs Treat your bitch like a dog, tell her bite this bone If you see a coffee cup, it ain't no caffeine I don't even want the slut if she don't act mean All that perpin' get you blew, I'm tryna stack green In the Sprinter, bitches runnin' like the track team Think my opps strippers, they some hoes with some poles on 'em Know I got they backs, told my bros I can't fold on 'em I'm a scammer, when I hit that road, I ain't sold nothin' Give a bitch my nuts if the hoes wanna hold somethin', huh [Outro] Dog Shit Militia Bitch