Uh yeah

[...] God, little Tata (Lentra the God)

I got money in the bank with the papa (Lentra the God)

Iced, iced, iced, iced, iced, iced, iced, iced

Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop

Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss

Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Whatchu gon' do?)

What you 'gon do lil' bitch?

Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop

Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss

Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Lil' bitch)

What you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Ay, ay)

Yeah, I'm a chief, though

Watchin' all these **** tryna catch up as I cheef dope

Shawty love the records can't impress us 'less she deepthroat

Gotta bring some lessons for the fellas, this a freak show

Ain't a thing to tell us, used to sell us on the cheap, though

Now they linin' pockets, 'cause they noggin full of heat quotes

I ain't made for college and them dollars really speak, so

Motherfuck some knowledge, put some mileage on the Jeep, go

Out and break the silence 'til we pilin', then I reload

Came into the villa filled with women and some weed smoke

Papí gon' deliver, it's a given when the beat blow

**** only killers through the twitter, how you G's, though?

**** think they realer, droppin' filler, how you eat, bro?

Tried a lil' revival of your idols, it was weak folk

Every time you try you get denied, you better reload

Havin' thoughts of ridin' through my side, you better creep slow

And check the cheat code

(Iced, iced, iced, iced)

Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop

Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss

Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Whatchu gon' do?)

What you 'gon do lil' bitch?

Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop

Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss

Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Lil bitch)

What you 'gon do lil' bitch?

I'ma tell you straight up what I'm gon' do

Think I gotta poo

Think its kinda obvious I'm gonna take a shit on you (Shit, shit)

You got baby wipes?

Check my Gucci stripes (Stripes)

Teeth be flossin' so I got some golden pearly whites

People say this baby is so seasoned, I'm arugula

Half Danish sussyboy, my flow is so Wonderboy (Wonderboy)

Ya lady friend like came on over

Wonder where my trousers are

My Tommy drawers, my 'Sace drawers

I'm puttin' on some Gucci drawers

I lost 'em last week, and your bitch be nasty

Money blue, be mystic

Splash on her like Misty

Rollie on my wrist-y

Gettin cream like Cristy

Clarke, yeah, fuck a 16, baby (Fuck a 16)

(Iced, iced, iced, iced, iced, iced, iced, iced)

Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop

Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss

Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Whatchu gon' do?)

What you 'gon do lil' bitch?

Iced out, drip-drop, scrape pot, need pop

Pop rocks, Kate Moss, gotta floss, sip Voss

Ayy, what you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Lil bitch)

What you 'gon do lil' bitch? (Yeah baby)

Hey, let me do some adlibs