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(Cxb know he go crazy) (Ayo Bleu) (It's Malik on the track) Uh, yeah Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that'll get her wet Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, f*ck it, get him whacked Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away Ayy, iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it's lights out when I catch that boy Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky Two C's on your bag, you can get anythin' that you want Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad rich, so don't treat me like the average ones Ayy, I really been off the porch way before you had a gun I didn't really have a choice, now it's a blessin', I'm the chosen one I'm really the voice of all them youngins totin' stolen guns Shoutout to them boys who jump out blast and put a hole in one And don't forget I'm only twenty-one, yeah, twenty-one, and plus I drive a twenty-one I was seventeen fuckin' bitches that was twenty-one Since the plug number nineteen, f*ck it, let him go for twenty-one Promethazine and codeine got me floatin' like an astronaut Just like a punter, kick the door in, f*ck a duck, he went and air 'em out Vice versa, whoadie dropped a bag, like right back at you, whack his bro this time Draw the line inside the parking lot, I'm only parkin' what your parking lot You know we love them brand-new black Air Forces Them boys is askin' me if I trust that squad Stack my blue faces now I'm moonwalkin' in Calabasas Private flight, new faces, still to this day richer than all my opps Ring around the rosie with that stick, f*ck it, spin they block Oh, ride 'round with that heavy metal in a foreign car The only thing could beat the devil is the triple cross Bentley Jeep, let's ride down Melrose to get some Ferragamo It be the same one that yell bros that'll tell on you I know locked behind the cell doors you'll tell somethin' (uh, yeah) Uh, glaciers on my wrist, glaciers on my neck Uh, I might spend some paper on your bitch, that'll get her wet Uh, I might drop some paper on that nigga, f*ck it, get him whacked Uh, V8 motor all of my vehicles, we gon' get away Ayy, iced out my bitch Audemars, you know it's lights out when I catch that boy Two-seater with a bad bitch like Rihanna, no A$AP Rocky Two C's on your bag, you can get anythin' that you want Truth be, yeah, I'm mad, mad rich, so don't treat me like the average ones