Crushed ice, splashy charm

Where you get it? Is your woman worth?

Crushed ice fuckin' up your peripheral

Crushed, uh, clear

I like I like fuckin' two girls at the same time

Same time, and she go crazy for the bassline

Bassline, she got Apple Bottom, give me Facetime

Facetime, livin' right now, can't erase time

Nigga like me never really ever waste time

Unless I lost the Piguet, I fucked her in my bunk bed

The bus shake and we bump heads, I met her right off Sunset

Then fucked her 'til the sun rose

No bum hoes, we don't want those

I like mixin' Don Julio with pine, pine

Pom-pom, shake it, it's amazing, lil' baby, poke it out

She fuck with the Squidward, she gave me 'Kini Bottom (Mr. Squidward)

Hoes fall like autumn, think I'm so damn awesome

I think I'm finna move out there by Bron Bron

Cop a new Jeep, new freak, some new sheets

Thread count 2003, Forces from 2006

I never trust a lousy plug, I never a childish bitch

That's just somethin' that I learned

Voulez-vous cou', don't lay up

If she ain't my boo, I'm ghost, that's Raina

Young bloke, throw on my trainers

Then ball out, Elgin Baylor

Good bread like Belgian waffles

My bread and my bitch colossal

I like I like fuckin' two girls at the same time

Same time, and she go crazy for the bassline

Bassline, she got Apple Bottom, give me FaceTime

Face time, livin' right now, can't erase time

Nigga like me never really ever waste time

Unless I lost the Piguet, I fucked her in my bunk bed

The bus shake and we bump heads, I met her right off Sunset

Then fucked her 'til the sun rose

No bum hoes, we don't want those

I got a new bad bitch and she finna let me fuck her

I did that with no liquor, my photo is on offset

I am a pothole misser, I fucked that bitch, then ditched her

My pa bought me a hand stitcher, yeah

I pop Percocet, no itchin' and it's no ice in my Hi-Tech

I'm smokin' some exotic, it's stronger than my bicep

My coupe louder than Wyclef, it's been two days since I slept

It's Gucci 'round my tricep, my bitch wasted as I

I put dope inside my Backwood and you smell it 'fore I lit it

Got pulled over, I hit it, no clear coat on it is it?

You ride my cock, this isn't, I've got designer linen

I'm bendin' corners in coupe, it's two bitches in it

I like I like fuckin' two girls at the same time

Ice in my Hi-Tech

I'm smokin' some exotic, it's stronger than my bicep

My coupe louder than Wyclef, it's been two days since I slept

It's Gucci 'round my tricep, my bitch wasted