Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh
What now rising to the top of this shit
I relax and smoke a spliff
Fucking on the baddest bitch

What now
Buying all these magma magazines
So my Glock 18 can sing
Give that nigga fucking springs
Give that nigga angel wings

What now
Top down
Bust it down
Roll it up
Take flight
Don't fuck around baby girl let me get to know you

What now
Make you bend it over toot it up

What now
The whole gang yeah we zooted up
Got Dusse Hennessy drink responsibly

What now
Living in my own legacy
I can give a fuck about your damn jealousy

What now what
What
What

What now
What

Bitch I'm dressed up
Niggas flexed up
Run a check up
I'm next up
Bitch I'm next up

Count them bands up
Pull my pants up
I just fucked yo ho

Keep your mouth closed
You don't want smoke
You a fucking joke

Ice around my neck
Yeah my shit froze
I'm a walking glacier
Bitch I'm super cold
When she suck me up
Whoa
I'm her favorite flavor
I won't save a ho
My heart stone cold

Uh uh uh
Bitch I'm real bold
Uh uh uh
Bitch I'm super cold

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Writer(s): Corey Maynard