[Intro]
Always countin' that shit early, n***a
Keep playin' games like that
Bitch you know that what's [?]
Talk to 'em, you know what I'm sayin'
(Iced Up Records)

[Verse 1]
Freaky bitch, got my pinky lit, she hop out eat the dick
Freezy wrist, can't stand no needy bitch, my wrist like
Jeezy shit
Lay him down, we shoot like bad text, this chop deletin' shit
I count so much dog shit in one night, big Glock don't need a switch
Bust my necklace down and like four rings, I spent two hundred strips
Big paper, you playin' 'round with that cheese, go get your onion clipped
Me and Face gon' laugh right to the bank, be on some funny shit
Got too much jewelry hangin' 'round my neck, I got a dummy kit, huh
Ooh, we on some other shit
Playin' roles, put racks right on your top, gon' get your brother hit
Bag drop, I hit shit with that FN, can cop a flooded wrist (Skrrt)
If that pussy hit and you won't go, might get your stomach fixed

[Chorus]
(Iced Up Records)
It's on the flo'
Bitch, it's on the flo'
Ooh, it's on the flo'
Yeah, what, bitch we on go
[Verse 2]
I've got too much dog shit in my pockets, make my pants tight
Bend them knees, open up your mouth, ho, what that head like?
Don't wanna do no songs with none these rappers, they the fed type
Pour a eight of Hi-Tech in my soda like a red light
I can't keep lil' wolves 'round my friends, he tried to rob me
Went on a chase in this new SRT, I'm tryna dodge 'em
Poured a six and mixed it with a six, that's a problem
Pop a Tesla, two Perkies and one Xan, that's a combo
On the stage, I got pole up in my hand
Don't fuck with no more Purple jeans, can't hold lot of my bands
Brand new Cullinan cost four hundred somethin' grand
Just set that bitch on Forgios, new Fs look like I'm rollin' on big FN

[Chorus]
(Iced Up Records)
It's on the flo'
Bitch, it's on the flo'
Ooh, it's on the flo'
Yeah, bitch we on go