Loco Wizz Havinn

[Intro]
Yeah, nigga
Man, my wrist so icy
(DDot cold as a motherfucker, on God)
Nigga, uh, my—
Yeah, nigga
Come on, uh, ayy

[Chorus]
My neck, my wrist so icy
Can't cuff a bitch, no wifey
I'm up, no bluff, real life shit
What the fuck? They ain't never seen nothin' like this
Bling blaow, nigga, all my ice'll blind you
Street nigga, I'll take the Polo over designer
No show if I don't see a backend on my arrival
Loco, what I go if a nigga think he gon' try somethin'

[Verse]
I got rackades
Old broke-ass nigga, you just act paid
Turnt her every way but loose and now she act crazy
Would've went to college if they had a trap major
I'ma stack this pape', yeah, it's crazy if I fall off
Nigga ass keep flaggin', say it's smoke and wanna call off
Bae say she got work, I'm like, "Fuck it, man, call off"
Couple days with mе, get your pussy beat and we gon' ball out