(This is a certified hood classic) (Bruh, bruh, bruh) (Yo, we starting off strong this time) (ShuyGuy Made it) Let's go Yessir Look at my wrist I got an ice burn All of these rappers they get on my nerves (Yuh aye) So I make a verse And I get to work (yessir) Yessir all in my bag with all the money I earned We was so broke wit no money living the worst Now we here Counting up racks and taking a picture It's a mixture (It's a mixture) Yuh Yuh Yuh We go some racks run up right on ya (right on ya) Keep checking the tag 100 real liner I got the drip wearing designer (drip) Straight from the south but no Carolina I had a glow up like a highlighter Can't put out these flames no fire fighter Ain't no firefighter ain't no flames to put out I'm servin it up like if it was a cookout (Aye) (bruh) You think it's a cookout I'm lookin all spicy You look at my wrist you see it's all icy (ice) I be dripping so hard all the people they copy (Ha) All the poeple they copy Yessir Look at my wrist I got an ice burn All of these rappers they get on my nerves (Yuh aye) So I make a verse And I get to work Yessir (yuh) Look at my wrist ice burn (woah) Look at bank it's so absurb (yes, yes) All these rappers being heard guess it's my turn (Guess it's my turn) Yessir Your mom she coming first (what what?) Lyrics hard they actually hurt (Ow) Your feeling don't matter So i make a verse (uh yessir) Yessir Look at my wrist i got an iceburn (what?) Get on a track with Snigward (that's me) Look at them stacks they tight and furm Make my blicky hurt (yessir) Yessir Hood classic straight fire All my lyrics getting brighter Call me in im a firefighter Killing the beat Getting the fam out of the street Look mah you proud of me ShuyGuy he made the beat Yessir Look at my wrist I got an ice burn All of these rappers they get on my nerves (Yuh aye) So I make a verse And I get to work (Yessir)

Live! In stereo Yessir! This what I wanna hear my nigga, yeah Yeah yeah You don't even know that's the official word up in the town You heard? Ha ha ha Get that swing, yessir! Get it in man That's the official shit kid, mmhmm Word up, we gon' take it back to the big park 'n shit Yeah, when niggas was rhymin hard and comin crazy Electrifying and vivid, yo I'm like a rabbi, fresh new mag and I'm mad high Stolen black Jag I brag fly, yeah Yo a project thug, political gangster, starving Langston Hughes The Jews want the crib when the God dies I'm deadly, metaphors'll dog you while I'm in the Forbes First 500 niggas who raw live Yo B, the nigga Shallah, he low-key But he O.G., half of his niggas gone or in hidin Federallis'll sneak, police, holdin my old piece Heard the young policeman died 58 carats of glass, the Aston Blueberry black where I keep my ices and knives at One of the force rawest, yo we're British aware Who get money shoot dice in his fortress Mocknecks and stragglers, eightball jackets the hagglers Of the rap game, post up surprise I want that spot, coolin with the Supervillain team All you other playboys is twats Niggas be down for the murder game Run in the church, grab the rifle, put one in a nigga frame I'm thirsty, hungry like a Somalian Polly with them niggas with the waves in they dome like tsunami All we do is get fresh and fuck ma Probably yo' baby ma gave me head in Barney's while I calmly And I got giants in armies While we rock mean colored clothes and don divas Yeah Chef back, some call him Louis Smith Slash Lex Diamond and his chick sell crack We rep bananas, beat this, legend of Stan Smith 700 dollar jeans, keepin your man distance Yeah son, gimme your ear son Yo yo yo, yo yo get the fuck away from the ropes man Doom, the warning signal again Somebody approaches! What matter of creatures are these? There they are again, FIRE! "A gunshot from inside the house, forces a change of plans" "A straightforward entry, has turned into what appears to be" "A barricaded standoff" "POLICE DEPARTMENT! COME TO THE FRONT DOOR!" "Anything you say, cracker" As the funky beat continues.

Big racks, big pack, drop a stack on it Big playa I can drip with the mac on me Bad lil' bitch with the sack on her Posted in the back, I attack on her Beach house on an island yeah Northside when we wildin' yeah She a hood thang, she stylin' yeah Good brain, no college yeah Big yachts right by the pier Let my money talk, ain't no convo here Big guap, that guala yeah He ain't got no money get em outta here (he broke!) She know that she bad & she boojee ay I be throwing bands like I'm Juicy J My girl got a girl and that girl got a bad bitch Gave em all the same room key ay R Dash & Huncho yessir Get the bag pronto yessir Shawty bust it down I'm the one one one That booty go dum du du dum dum dum Big racks, big pack, drop a stack on it Big playa I can drip with the mac on me Bad lil' bitch with the sack on her Posted in the back, I attack on her Beach house on an island yeah Northside when we wildin' yeah She a hood thang, she stylin' yeah Good brain, no college yeah I roll with a sack baby Let me take you back to the trap baby R-Mean and Huncho across the map baby This a hundred bands on my lap baby Jumping out we flex in a ice necklace Put you on a roll you and your bestie Designer your clothes you get the message Hopping out exposed the cameras is pressing Yessir Living like a boss yessir Chrome Heart denim it's a cross yessir You know a nigga blessed yessir Wake up every day about a check yessir Yessir! Big racks, big pack, drop a stack on it Big playa I can drip with the mac on me Bad lil' bitch with the sack on her Posted in the back, I attack on her Beach house on an island yeah Northside when we wildin' yeah She a hood thang, she stylin' yeah Good brain, no college yeah Yeah It's a family ting you know... yessir!

Hawk's phone is in my room He got so drunk last night, they had to carry him out Damn (Fuck you) (1K) (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yes, sir Diamonds on me, they gon' hate, yes, sir (yes, sir) Send my brother a vibe, I let him test her (test it out) Already got a truck, I need a Roadster (skrrt) All my diamonds are wet, bring the tester (wet, wet) Meter go green, beep-beep, certified, yes, sir (beep) On her face skeet-skeet-skeet, first time I met her (skeet, skeet) The brown boy from the streets, ain't no one better (brown boy) Got money when I speak Got money when I speak, okay (okay) Diamond tester gon' beep Diamond tester gon' beep, okay 12-hundreds on sneaks 12-hundreds on sneaks, okay Even though I'm geeked Still stayin' on beat, okay Poppin' Perkies got me numb Shopping bags in my trunk Keep a bitch, yeah, keep a bitch under my thumb Audemar wrist, yeah, I told my jeweler, "That's the one" (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yes, sir Diamonds on me, they gon' hate, yes, sir (yes, sir) Send my brother a vibe, I let him test her (test it out) Already got a truck, I need a Roadster (skrrt) All my diamonds are wet, bring the tester (wet, wet) Meter go green, beep-beep, certified, yes, sir (beep) On her face skeet-skeet-skeet, first time I met her (skeet, skeet) The brown boy from the streets, ain't no one better (brown boy) I don't wanna sleep So I'm staying geeked, okay (geeked) Got canary stones (stones) And a certified GIA Got a bad redbone She a certified freak, okay (okay) Getting plenty cake Love to stay at home all day (let's go) I'm smart but I'm playing dumb Let the girl do what she want Keep a bitch, yeah, keep a bitch under my thumb 'Dweller my wrist, yeah, I told my jeweler, "That's the one" (Yeah, yeah) Yeah, yes, sir Diamonds on me, they gon' hate, yes, sir (yes, sir) Send my brother a vibe, I let him test her (test it out) Already got a truck, I need a Roadster (skrrt) All my diamonds are wet, bring the tester (wet, wet) Meter go green, beep-beep, certified, yes, sir (beep) On her face skeet-skeet-skeet, first time I met her (skeet, skeet) The brown boy from the streets, ain't no one better (brown boy)