[Chorus: Symbolick]
I been running to the guap now
Diamonds on the bust down
Ice up on the clock like I might need a snow plow
Hate on me get gun down
Psych I ain't that hard
Hop up on a beat ayy you know that it’s gon slap hard
I been running to the guap now
Diamonds on the bust down
Ice up on the clock like I might need a snow plow
Hate on me get gun down
Psych I ain't that hard
Hop up on a beat ayy you know that it's gon slap hard

[Verse 1: Symbolick]
Lately I been on that hop up in the stu
And they talk about the come up I’m next in the queue
Got that cold as icy on me VVS is blue
And if they gon hate at all grab my bag and Chuck a deuce
Running to the guap now I do the lettuce circus
Never check the tag I take it off and make the purchase
Icy hot the clock I'm feeling hotter than a furnace
Anybody faking hold up Ima swerve it
Nowadays everybody on the same wave
Always pull up in the coupe it's the one from outer space
I been flexing for the fun but if it's fake get out the way
If I'm feeling good I'm the one who's stacking cake
[Chorus: Symbolick]
I been running to the guap now
Diamonds on the bust down
Ice up on the clock like I might need a snow plow
Hate on me get gun down
Psych I ain't that hard
Hop up on a beat ayy you know that it’s gon slap hard
I been running to the guap now
Diamonds on the bust down
Ice up on the clock like I might need a snow plow
Hate on me get gun down
Psych I ain’t that hard
Hop up on a beat ayy you know that it's gon slap hard

[Bridge: geetyb]
I been running to the guap now
Diamonds on the bust down
Ice up on the clock like I might need a snow plow
Hate on me get gun down
Psych I ain’t that hard
Hop up on a beat ayy you know that it's gon slap hard

[Verse2: geetyb]
I been running up these stacks now
Stuntin' on the block now
Ridin' with my homies, don’t you try to show me
Wrist is looking iced out
My eyes are looking cried out
All you fake, you phoneys, you don't even know me
(ayy, yeah)
I'm in here running the booth
Do your girl like baby ruth
Talk to me I'm always spittin' the truth
I'm just runnin' up this check, ayy you know I gotta flex
Call me up I don't do text, cookin' up heat like I'm Famous Dex
(woah, yeah)
So everybody knows me
I drip sauce like mop I got AP on my rollie
Running through these suckers I know one can even touch me
I been poppin' tags and cashin checks as we got plenty
[Outro: geetyb]
I been running to the guap now
Diamonds on the bust down
Ice up on the clock like I might need a snow plow
Hate on me get gun down
Psych I ain't that hard
Hop up on a beat ayy you know that it's gon slap hard