[Intro – Icyboy Glockster]
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
Snowfall thick, but the pressure don't freeze
Ops movin’ slow, but we slide with ease
Ice veins, I don’t flinch, I just breathe

[Verse 1 – Icyboy Glockster]
Clock tickin’, I ain't blinked in an hour
Stalkin’ like wolves, camo face in the shower
Pole on the dresser, lean cold in the Fanta
Ain’t no mercy when the block feel the phantom
Winter war zone, ski masks on rotation
Twelve lurkin’, but I move with patience
No celebration, just calculated vengeance
Shells fall silent like snow in the entrance

[Verse 2 – G Herbo]
Bitch, I’m back in that mode, and I’m tweakin’
Big ass drum on the K got me leanin’
Pop me a perc', now I’m fiendin’
Catch me an opp, leave his fuckin’ shit leakin'
Hop out that cut, let it rip, no reason
Put him in a box like a gift this season
All black hoodie, no face, no name
You get hit for the set or the clique you claim
Fuck all that talkin', we blitzin' the lane
Two Glocks on me, bitch, I been insane
Bodies drop, I ain't feel no shame
Broad day, face shot, that’s how I came
[Verse 3 – Icyboy Glockster]
Never crack, I adapt in the storm
Ice cold grip, made a heater feel warm
Whispers in the alley, one move, they gone
Didn’t flinch when the steel rang like a song
Talk cheap, so I walk with the silence
Ops fold quick when they feel that violence
Slick routes, we don’t post our mileage
All intel, no noise, just science

[Verse 4 – G Herbo]
I don’t give a fuck 'bout no weather or time
I’m steppin' on shit like it’s part of the grind
This .40’ll stutter, rewind your spine
Knock off his top, now he flatlined
Pussy-ass opps keep cappin' in captions
Ain’t gon’ slide, just post with a caption
Ran through they block with a stick, no traction
Fuck all the clout, I want action
Hundred-round drum make the whip go dumb
If he outside, he gon’ die where he from

[Verse 5 – Icyboy Glockster]
Black ice path, where the shells blend in
Never chase clout, only chase revenge
Corner boys talk, but the frost don't bend
Eyes locked in, I don’t need no friend
Crept through snow with a ghost-type stance
You ain’t seen war 'til you seen that glance
No dance, no chains, no advance
Just two cold hands and a thousand plans
[Outro – G Herbo & Icyboy Glockster]
G Herbo:
Real trench shit, bitch—I don't play with opps
Keep that switch, I’m itchin’ to spray the block
Icyboy Glockster:
Frozen ops, I just move with calm
Let the temp drop, then we drop the bomb