Burr, it get icy out here (it get icy out here)
Niggas know I'm on that Russ shit, they don't like me out here (they don't like me out here)
Niggas fagged off on his ho bitch, he gave his life to a square (yeah)
When the homie smoked the homie, blood, I ain't cry, I don't care
Lil' brodie caught his first one, I ain't gon' lie I was there
I ain't gon' lie he was scared, that nigga still did his thang
You don't love me like you say you do, you still get a chain
I got wounds that ain't been healin', poppin' pills for this pain

Burr, said it get icy out here
When a homie smoked a homie, blood, I ain't cry, I don't care
That's just life, it ain't fair, ain't a life I'll spare
Nah, I don' believe in love, it's hard to find 'cause it's rare
Semi-auto ain't enough, gotta ride with a pair
Said it's death around the corner, feel the vibes in the air
Every night say a prayer, shit get slimey for real
Ain't receive this purple heart 'cause lil' bro died on a drill
When the skits be takin' place, I ain't the guy at the wheel
I'm the guy on your heels, that's enough of that though
How she 'posed to line me up? I don't fuck with that ho
Only jammed 'cause we had way too many stuffed in that pole (yeah)

Burr, it get icy out here (it get icy out here)
Niggas know I'm on that Russ shit, they don't like me out here (they don't like me out here)
Niggas fagged off on his ho bitch, he gave his life to a square (yeah)
When the homie smoked the homie, blood, I ain't cry, I don't care
Lil' brodie caught his first one, I ain't gon' lie I was there
I ain't gon' lie he was scared, that nigga still did his thang
You don't love me like you say you do, you still get a chain
I got wounds that ain't been healin', poppin' pills for this pain

Burr, you know I left him on read
Nigga makin' terrorists threats, ain't even slid for his dead
Watch what you niggas post, save a trip to the feds
"We ain't slidin' inside his car," that's what a bitch nigga said
"Bet it all and fuck a loss," that's what a rich nigga said
We ain't into wavin' flags, we into dishin' out lead
Can't let the homie snake me, keep my distance instead
Better not miss on your attempt 'cause they gon' miss you instead (yeah)
Nigga, tell him how we blitzed and you fled
You not a killer, you slid and hit that bitch in the leg
You can't be serious, he got stitches from his hips to his chest
Y'all ain't do nothin' 'bout that boy, 'cept got him sent to the medics

Burr, it get icy out here (it get icy out here)
Niggas know I'm on that Russ shit, they don't like me out here (they don't like me out here)
Niggas fagged off on his ho bitch, he gave his life to a square (yeah)
When the homie smoked the homie, blood, I ain't cry, I don't care
Lil' brodie caught his first one, I ain't gon' lie I was there
I ain't gon' lie he was scared, that nigga still did his thang
You don't love me like you say you do, you still get a chain
I got wounds that ain't been healin', poppin' pills for this pain

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Writer(s): David Grear Akhanovic, James Perez, Timothy Patterson