(hook)
Burr
Burr
With the ice on me i’m like burr
So i gotta warm up with the fur
And you can get shot at my turf
Riding around in a hearse
Putting n***as in the dirt
You n***as don’t know how to work
You n***as don’t how this work
Burr
Burr
With the ice on me i’m like burr
So i gotta warm up with the fur
And you can get shot at my turf
Riding around in a hearse
Putting n***as in the dirt
You n***as don’t know how to work
You n***as don’t how this work

(verse 1)
Switch up the flow
Gotta go for a second
You know that i’m reppin
That Y&R Shit
Kids on the block
Can get shot after dark
By the crips with
They’re Glocks
Tryna shoot at the ops
Next it’s a funeral
Aye shout out wifi
Moms lookin delusional
Why do kids die
Why you take mine?
Now i gotta shine
Plans all in a line
My girl she a dime
I can’t do no time
Get lost in my rhymes
This ice make you blind
Peek through my blinds
Watch out for the crips
With the big ol 45s
They plotting outside
I came out with my nine
Drove off in they ride
I’m losing my mind
Take a sip of my drank
This weed on me stank
Damn so do her pussy
But i did not think
Bitch go wash that shit
In the sink

(hook)
Burr
Burr
With the ice on me i’m like burr
So i gotta warm up with the fur
And you can get shot at my turf
Riding around in a hearse
Putting n***as in the dirt
You n***as don’t know how to work
You n***as don’t how this work
Burr
Burr
With the ice on me i’m like burr
So i gotta warm up with the fur
And you can get shot at my turf
Riding around in a hearse
Putting n***as in the dirt
You n***as don’t know how to work
You n***as don’t how this work

(verse 2)
Gold all on my wrists
And it’s lookin like piss
Kodak on my chain
Iced that shit check
Gotta run up a check
While i listen to check
Lay you n***as to rest
Hold on
Like rest in peace him
And rest in peace her
A n***a cold hearted
Warm up with the fur
A n***a cold hearted
Beat his eyes
Till they blurred
Hold on
Let’s getttt
Back to the clout
Y’all n***as had doubt
When i first started out
But look at me now
Why you so jealous
Like why you so jealous
Didn’t you say i ain’t gonna make it?
Didn’t you say my raps smelled like anus?
Didn’t you get me suspended from school?
Saw played getting views and you think that we cool?
Remember you said that my songs were ass?
Well that check coming in you ain’t getting no cash
My check coming in gotta get rubber bands
Bands in my hand gotta
Count up the deadz
Count up the deadz
Gotta
Count up the deadz
Count up the deadz
Gotta
Count up the deadz