If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out Push a big truck, pull your keys out Girls go wild and pull your D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out If a nigga act up, pull a deserita When I pull a piece out, niggas like pizza Golly, more of that bullshit ice rap I gotta apologize to Moshe Kweli Is it cool to rap about gold If I told the world I copped it from Ghana and Mali First nigga with a Benz and a backpack Ice chain, Cardi lens, and a knapsack Always said if I rapped, I'd say something significant But now I'm rapping about money, hoes, and rims again And it's still about the Benjamins, big-face Hunnids, and whatever other synonyms Strippers named Cinnamon, more chips than Pentium What you gon' buy next, whatever new trend it is I'm trying to spend my stacks and I'm so broke I look back like, damn, was I on crack? I mean, 12 platinum chains, was I on that? What the hell was wrong with me, dawg? Sing along with me, y'all Breathe in, breathe out If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out Push a big truck, pull your keys out Girls go wild and pull your D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out If a nigga act up, pull a desert E's out When I pull a piece out, niggas like me Now even though I went to college and dropped out of school quick I always had a PhD, a pretty huge dick Ladies tired of getting ripped off by guys like this And giving haters like a whale that's using a toothpick Well, I'm in the club for a limited time Act now and get some action for a free 99 Later on, I might charge for Menards Heard her man was the boss of the Flaws But she still wanna toss me the draws And it ain't gon' cost me Because she my caddy Cause she grabbed my golf balls in the club And I'm still acting calmed in the mud She asked, can you drop me in the hundreds Where my Ultima was while we drive She telling me about problems with her man Baby, I fully understand Let me help you with a plan Why he tricking off? Don't get no rich, nigga Give me some head, that'll really piss him off Breathe in, breathe out If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out Push a big truck, pull your keys out Girls go wild and pull your D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull a weave out If a nigga act up, pull a desert E's out When I pull a beast out, niggas like Biza I blow past low-class niggas with no cash In a 4-6 bitch, you can go ass So when I go fast, po-po, just laugh Right until I run out of gas, until I go crass Whatever comes first, I'm prepared for the worst Whatever comes second, I'll be there with my weapon Pulling up in a Lexus, it's one on both hands So I guess them GS's is what Zamba Dexter is Could've sworn I'm Recesses, what's sending me messages? K, I need a free hand, ma'am, a gram I got weed, drink, and a handy cam All of which is legal in Amsterdam And you say my name like Candyman And I'ma come and fix you up like the Handyman But if you don't need a fix, girl, you gotta leave You can't take that all at one time, you gotta breathe Breathe in, breathe out If you're iced up, pull your sleeves out Push a big truck, pull your keys out Girls go wild and pull your D's out Breathe in, breathe out Let them hoes fight, pull a weed out If a nigga act up, pull a desert E's out When I pull a beast out, niggas like Biza You, you, you, you Say sure, sure you got me You, you, you, you Say sure, sure you got me You, you, you Say sure, sure you got me You, you, you, you Say sure, sure you got me Hey, hey, hey Say sure, sure you got me Hey, hey, hey Say sure, sure you got me Say sure, sure you got me