[Intro]
TM! Sizzle!
Evil Genius!
Wop!
Bling! Blow!

[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Iced up, bezzeled up
We're sick as fuck, what the fuck
Top down, windows up
Pistol tucked, what the fuck
Bentley truck, Lamb truck
Rolls truck, what the fuck
Pulled up, froze up
Doors up, what the fuck, what the fuck

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I made a F in science, I through a brick at Onyx
I was born in 1980, first year of Raeganonix
Nobody gave me nothing, my family full of junkies
They call me Trap God but I missed every sunday
I'm not illiterate, not even a little bit
I'm not no role model, I sold so many bricks
I made my city lit, that's what I really did
My ego really big, you n***as really kids
I bought a Mulsanne, was for my boo thang
That Coupe got two wings, Gucci I'm Bruce Wayne
If I'm lying there, then I'm flying there
You ngigas lying man, go get the frying pan
Skrrt!
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Iced up, bezzeled up
We're sick as fuck, what the fuck
Top down, windows up
Pistol tucked, what the fuck
Bentley truck, Lamb truck
Rolls truck, what the fuck
Pulled up, froze up
Doors up, what the fuck, what the fuck

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Chains up, charms up
I never tuck, ain't letting up
Boss up, what the fuck
Baby I'm a baller, don't get crossed up (That's hard)
Pulling up in that what the fuck
Number one, ain't no running up
Your baby mama wanting some
I fuck her then I'm done with her (Damn)
My cars come from everywhere
I throw it out, I don't never care (No)
That weed smoke in the air
My moms know that I'm a player
Look at my chain, now she wanna call me by my name
Living life gang, impressed 'cause I got my own strain
Left my main, now I wanna get a new thing
Ain't shit changed still spend a hundred on a chain
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Iced up, bezzeled up
We're sick as fuck, what the fuck
Top down, windows up
Pistol tucked, what the fuck
Bentley truck, Lamb truck
Rolls truck, what the fuck
Pulled up, froze up
Doors up, what the fuck, what the fuck

[Verse 3: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Pablo Juan sub zero, I finish 'em
All of my bitches they geeking on Timbaland
Ooh, take me a trip out to Switzerland
Water on me, no cap like a fisherman
Zone 6, n***a, we getting it
I like them Euros and Benjamins
My bitch she get wet, I be swimming in it
I got them pesos and euros, ain't switching it
I pull up in the what the fuck
Pistol in the club, I got it tucked
Skating on ice with the stick no puck
Shorty ride the dick just like a truck
I drink that lean til I'm stuck
Fell by my hand, I need a glove
Diamond all white just like a dove
Got married to the money, I fell in love
Young n***a clean, that's a suds
Ooh, pinky ring caught me a dub
Stackin' that money but this n***a was
Fur on my Gucci, bitch, these ain't no Uggs
Diamonds in my chain big as a [?]
25 thousand [?] just because
When I walk out the house I leave got a dub
She wanna lick me I'm dripping like fudge
I need Girbaud, my pockets too [?]
[Chorus: Gucci Mane]
Iced up, bezzeled up
We're sick as fuck, what the fuck
Top down, windows up
Pistol tucked, what the fuck
Bentley truck, Lamb truck
Rolls truck, what the fuck
Pulled up, froze up
Doors up, what the fuck, what the fuck