text: I rather rap on Zay track
  Yeah , Yeah 
  Yeah , Yeah 
  Yeah , Yeah 
  Yeah , Yeah 
  Ha, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
  Whoa, whoa, whoa
  21, 21, 21
  Money long, clip long
  Dick long, bitch gone
  Bricks gone, Knicks gone
  Trappin off a flip phone 
  My uncle old as hell, he want me to whip it cause his wrist gone 
  Bitch, you broke as hell, your car look like it came of Flinstone 
  Diamonds check, Saint Laurent check, bitch, I got a check 
  Avianni check, Gucci check, everything a check 
  Ridin in a Rari, Nudy in the cab, Chevy and a Vette
  Dont you disrespect, Buck .50, slit his neck 
  I got all my ice on, ice on
  I got all my ice on , ice on 
  I got all my ice on , ice on 
  I got all my ice on , ice on 
  Bitch, you see me shinin like a lightbulb 
  Frostbite, bitch, you know my ice cold 
  Nigga, tuck your chain, and your ice old 
  Wrong move, nigga, get your brains blowed
  She a bugaboo, I had to change form 
  Ridin with my niggas, and the brains blow 
  Quiet Storm came on, I had to change songs 
  I aint take her panties off, she had to change thongs 
  They heard Young Savage, they had to change flows 
  You cant clone me, you better change goals 
  And take that off your neck, nigga, that aint gold 
  You been rapping all your life and you cant get on 
  Goyard bag, full of cash, yeah 
  Louis bag full of Mary Kate and Ash 
  I met her in the club, she was shakin ass 
  Broke my thumb countin money, I think I need a cast 
  I got all my ice on, ice on 
  I got all my ice on, ice on 
  I got all my ice on, ice on
  I got all my ice on, ice on
  Bitch, you see me shinin like a lightbulb 
  Frostbite, bitch, you know my ice cold 
  Nigga, tuck your chain, and your ice old 
  Wrong move, nigga, get your brains blowed 
  I rather rap on Zay track