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[Intro: DJ Drama]

It's ice cold


[Verse 1: Bas & DJ Drama]

Bitch, it's no problem, you see how they squad up, I got forty deep at the telly

Block, it got hotter, my nigga got caught up, I told him, "Just reach for your celly"

I'm in the bank and I go to the office, bitch, I don't go speak to no teller (Gangsta Grillz, DJ Drama)

That bitch a fed, she gon' tell it

I got a black with Nutella

I feel like white macadamia, I'm just a player, I can't do no better

Bitch, it ain't shit you could tell us

Copped the V and it's Aquafina inside, same color Tapatío in time

Seen Bassy grow, now I'm in prime

Seen Bassy glow, now I'm in Times Square

Look at me, you might find what you get if you had taken your time there

Going all next summer, still on my climb

No longer wonder what I might find

Rathеr cherish how my niggas tell it

50K, I take 'еm all to Paris

60K, I take 'em all to Georgia

Life's a bitch, but I still bought her roses

For the still breathin' and for all she showed us

Bless the burdens 'cause they broaden my shoulders

Got God in my corner

Comin' in clear, some orange tones

I know haters abundant, I don't feel 'em none

I been numb to them niggas like Cortisone

Bassy the builder, the cornerstone




[Chorus: Bas]

If my nigga in a jam, I put a hundred bands up

Ain't servin' underhand

Loyalty, that's all we need, they'll never understand us

They'll never understand


[Verse 2: Johnny Venus]

How do you save a man from himself? You gon' need help (Woo)

You gon' need 'Bron, you gon' need Jada, you gon' need Phelps (David)

Summer breeze, the summer beach

The release get hit, the bricks is stacked

Oh, you's a rider, don't get jacked

That zuzu life, you new to that

So if my nigga in a jam, I bet the gun won't jam up

If they ask me who the shooter, then we all gon' stand up

Then I pull off on my warrior, the ground don't be the cup

If you kill 'em, got to kill me too, and that's what we call love

Oh shit, huh

Got our eyes on that kid, he could die any minute, and he ride for the city, ooh (Yeah)

He ain't worried bout no bitch, got the clip in his lap, and he ride with the Remi, oh (Yeah)

Mama tried to pray for the baby, but the baby goin' crazy and the baby gon' spread ya, yeah

Claimin' you a thug, you a gangster, and you ride with a killers, but it ain't one with you

Try me, I send the ocean to your city (Oh)

Show me just where you're broke and let me kiss it (Ha)

Here go my shoulder if you need a visit

Touch him, I'll be there within fifteen minutes

Go in, I'll be reaching at your throat, yeah (Oh, yeah)

I'm a big bad wolf to the fuckin' goat, yeah (Oh, yeah)

OZ if they really want the smoke, oh (Oh, yeah)

Rabbit, baby girl, it ain't the toe



[Chorus: Bas]

If my nigga in a jam, I put a hundred bands up

Ain't servin' underhand

Loyalty, that's all we need, they'll never understand us

They'll never understand

[Outro: DJ Drama]
This just the warning
Don't make us drop the atomic bomb
Welcome to D-Day

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