[Intro: RIVEN]
Iced up-Iced up-Iced up-Ice-Ice-Iced up shawty, yeah she like it when we nasty
Lean got me slow, but my life is gettin' fast-
Ice-Iced up shawty, yeah she like it when we nasty
Lean got me slow, but my life is gettin’ faster
Izak made this one

[Verse 1: RIVEN]
Bitch you put me through some pain
I will never wife you, I put that shit on my gang
That bitch said she love me, she don't even know my name
Hoe gеt out my face, [?], now
[?] ice [?]
Fuckin' with my gang, you pay the price
Thought you was nicе, you may be my wife
You said we would work, I said that’s a lie
Iced up shawty, yeah she like it when we nasty
Lean got me slow, but my life is gettin' faster
Thought that we was good, then this shit turned to disaster
I'm on another chapter, but it didn't matter
Iced up shawty, yeah she like it when we nasty
Lean got me slow, but my life is gettin' faster
Thought that we was good, then this shit turned to disaster
I'm on another chapter, but it didn't matter

[Verse 2: lil kazuya]
Iced up shawty, yeah her diamonds lookin' glassy
(They lookin’ glassy)
Ayy, run up on me, Imma blast it (And Imma blast it)
Ayy, big ass .40 in my apple [?] (It’s in my [?])
I was juggin' sellin’ fake [?] (Ayy, [?])
No hill figure but I tote the Tommy (But I tote the Tommy)
Ayy, expensive clothin', all I do is rock designer (All I rock designer)
Uh, skateboard bitch, how she grindin' on me (Man she grindin' on me)
I am not pussy, bitch I got it on me (Bitch I got it on me)
Ha, fuck this bitch then fade away just like I’m Kobe (Ayy, just like I'm Kobe)
Uh, pistol like a memory card 'cause I'm reloadin'
I remember sellin' n***as fake Jordans (Sellin' fake Jordans)
Huh, now I'm on Grailed sellin' fake Gucci (Sellin' fake Gucci)
Huh, I took a xanny now I'm feelin' stupid (Now I'm feelin' stupid)
Huh, I just want top, bitch I hate coochie (Bitch I hate coochie)
Huh, I be on the block with a small uzi (Small uzi)
Huh, small uzi, big clip like a movie
Huh
[Verse 3: don $uave]
Yeah-Yeah I'm fuckin' ganged up
They don't like the kid 'cause I don't fuck with strangers
Really in the field like a motherfuckin' Raider
Bitches drippin' wet, see the pussy got vapor
See me with my big clip, test me it gon get lit
Run off with your bitch then, Imma give her this dick
I ain't really trippin', over these women
Opp up on my block, sqeeze triggers like lemons
$uave at a party, fuckin' on a thotty
Xanny in my hand now-now it's in my body
Bape up on my torso, 40 on the scoreboard
Actin' like the kid kid, they ain't really bros though
Yeah, shoot-shooters on the low low
Yeah, get-get it on the low low
Yeah, pull-pull out of that hoe though
Yeah, they-they ain't want no smoke bro