(Quake)
Woah
(Ayo, BandPlay)
Frozone
Woah, twenty-three shots like Im Michael Jordan
Choke slam the pack like Im Randy Orton
Get to the bread, give a fuck what you niggas doin
Break on a bitch, leave her feelings ruined
The way that I walk on the beat cant nobody do it
Birkin my bitch, change her attitude
Strapped up during a show, better think fore you try to do it
Buss down the play, thats an alley-oop
Switch hit his gut, now he gotta eat Campbell soup
No cap on the beat, this shit factual
I put the gang on the map, now we national
If you aint from my side, then Im taxin you
My bitch, she bad, got a body like Betty Boop
Cant say her name, thats my lil whoopty-whoop
She hate when I be telling lies cause she know the truth
Stillll pop out like Im bulletproof
AMG Benz, Cartier hangin out the roof
Nine on my side, not a twenty-two
Step on a opp in some Prada designer shoes
Hoes on my dick, thats what money do
Im with your bitch tryna see what that honey do
Sent out for a low, pray he make it through
Phone ringing now, no, I cant wait a day or two
Wockhardt got me feelin sensational
You say this your bitch, but to me she look takeable
She say that I look like a snack
Told her meet in the back, ate the dick like a edible
After this I cant chill or relax
Gotta get to the bag, let me check out my schedule
Too much ice on my neck change the weather up
So Icy Gang, nobody big as us, gang
