Boosie Badazz ice cold with the muthafuckin drip
You already know what it is muthafucka like that

(It’s critical)

[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]
Ice cold from my drip
That’s frío
Homie came across the border with them kilos
They wonder why their girl be jockin
Ask your girl cause she knows
Cold game, everything on me is frío
Enemigos get hit
What they call stilo
Ambulance is on the way
They left his body frío
Now that’s a hit
Keep it gangsta just like Al Pacino or Rob De Niro
Ball like I rob casinos, frío

[Verse 1: Mr. Criminal]
Just came through town with a flock of perico
[?] bout to take a trip to Puerto Rico
Cubano stilo, Cubans on my wrist & Louis V low
Chicks popping it for me though
Saying ay papi, jock me, it’s in top
[?] top on em leaving em wet like tsunamis
Zoom mami, movе sloppy
And putting the moves on me caliеnte
But tonight I need that frío
[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]
Ice cold from my drip
That’s frío
Homie came across the border with them kilos
They wonder why their girl be jockin
Ask your girl cause she knows
Cold game, everything on me is frío
Enemigos get hit
What they call stilo
Ambulance is on the way
They left his body frío
Now that’s a hit
Keep it gangsta just like Al Pacino or Rob De Niro
Ball like I rob casinos, frío

[Verse 2: Boosie Badazz]
Enemies lay down, this is homework
Wanted my own money so I had to get my own work (fuck that shit)
Scarface of Baton Rouge, that’s some Al Pacino
Mob n***a but I ain’t going out like Bugsy Siegel (fuck that)
Too many change, looking like the Vegas strip
They just came across the border, major flip
I’m real steel you’re a paper clip
I got a FN on top of this Louis
This is major grip
Get your money homie never slip
Make your bitch fly packs in like a veteran
All my n***as sippin’ medicine
Never doze off when you hustling
N***a keep your K
Wonder why your girl jocking
Cause I make it look so good that she hooked
Put her in my book
Most these n***as rapping coke
They can’t even cook
I kill and flip a kilo
Goodfellas, Rob De Niro
[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]
Ice cold from my drip
That’s frío
Homie came across the border with them kilos
They wonder why their girl be jockin
Ask your girl cause she knows
Cold game, everything on me is frío
Enemigos get hit
What they call stilo
Ambulance is on the way
They left his body frío
Now that’s a hit
Keep it gangsta just like Al Pacino or Rob De Niro
Ball like I rob casinos, frío

[Verse 3: RG]
Yeah we gon’ ball on em
A hundred shooters in the cut
They don’t want no problems
Ambulance on the scene
Knock the soul out em
If homicide, wrap em up
They won’t do no talking
I’m from by the border
We can hit up chico
I’m talking bodies
I’m talking shipments
We don’t do meet ups
If its brackin’
We play ball like Derek Jeter
Keep it gangsta like Al Pacino
I keep a heater
We in these streets
We get it poppin’
Say you got word
Say you the plug
But what you talking
Aye my migo
Said he got crates of a dozen eagles
My migo, said he got kilos of pure perico
And we gon’ cop it all
If that price right
Yeah that little bitch is bad
But what the grind like?
We run a plan
My shooters is in your blindside
I’m doing skits for the gang
Even in the limelight, damn
[Chorus: Mr. Criminal]
Ice cold from my drip
That’s frío
Homie came across the border with them kilos
They wonder why their girl be jockin
Ask your girl cause she knows
Cold game, everything on me is frío
Enemigos get hit
What they call stilo
Ambulance is on the way
They left his body frío
Now that’s a hit
Keep it gangsta just like Al Pacino or Rob De Niro
Ball like I rob casinos, frío