[2 Chainz] If it ain’t gas, I ain’t smokin’ it Say the ol’ national’s loccin’ it Say my nigga though we provokin’ it And I had a pot with a fork in it And it go skrrt when I turn it I teach you how to trap, ‘higher learning’ Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt when I lean it Cuban link on Aquafina Wore big drip to the subpoena Funky Cold Medina From the stove, to the arena Got a side chick missing, have you seen her? I’m a big dog, nigga don’t forget that I still know where the stick’s at Know some people that will do you dirty But I still know where the rinse at Designer on me, motherfuckin’ mismatch I never said where the bitch at I'm tryna make my goals I’m tryna right my wrongs I got my Wife on froze I got the ice that glows They don’t even sell it in the stores They don’t make this type no more [OSBS] Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi Ice like hockey, rice hibachi Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh I know, I know, she needs, oh yeah So many bricks, had to Gucci my sweater Drip like umbrellas, we step in Margiela She think it’s real, I know I can do better Come to the face tryna keep it together I know you down for whatever That guy there done made you a savage You built for whatever Foreigns, my foot on the pedal I’m good so I’m racing the devil That iced out my bezel Shout out AG ’cause it made me a killer I know the cops and the ops want the killers South of LA we don’t smoke Reggie Miller Splash of codeine I can barely remember My niggas don’t drop a dime or a nigga You die, alright, they won’t miss you Pull up with clips, they hang out like they with you Lost my day one, gotta tote through the pictures I know when I broke your heart, you was dinner I had to vent through a stack and a stripper Gucci bandana, I tied on a pistol He just drip sauce when I kill ‘em Saint Laurent on the denim [OSBS] Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi Ice like hockey, rice hibachi Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh I know, I know, oh yeah Feelin’ I been so Icy (brr), ain’t no one gon’ stop me now Ooh, hit like Rocky, round for round, she feisty Put on my chain, stop me, calling’ me papi Ice like hockey, rice hibachi Know I got him, but you got a carbon copy Ooh, I know, I know, she needs, ooh I know, I know, oh yeah