30 Below ft. Tumer Beets Lyrics

My diamonds be frozen like 30 below (Ice)

My backwood exotic you already know

I walk into Yves Saint Laurent and I blow

Blow, blow, blow, blow

50 Racks, hunnid racks, I got some mo' (Cash)

Pull up to the club wit' 10 racks and I throw

Got Fiji water in my hand, like fasho

But I got me some Wocky so I'm 'boutta pour

And I get 60 thousand when I do a show

If it ain't bout the guap, get the fuck out my phone

And they know they can't stop me from takin' they hoe

And I'm takin' that bitch, and I'm bendin' her over, damn!

I'm with your bitch in a Rover (Skrt)

Witness this shit like Jehovah (Skr-skrr)

And I got the green in my pack like a clover

I got so much paper, I might need a folder

You talkin' that shit, but for real, you a poser

Man I rock this shit, but I ain't talkin' boulder

I'm gettin' more knowledge as I'm gettin' older

The streets made my heart go from warmer to colder

I got so much glizzys, you'd think I'm a soldier

I talked to my neck and he said I feel golder

My backwood so strong, man I feel like I'm floatin'

Got ice on my wrist, drippin' on me like boatin'

I keep pushin' forward, I feel like a motor

Send shots like a mortar, Comodo like dragons

Yo bitch in my wagon, and I'm off the drank, and

Her panties be saggin', man you rappin' slow

How the fuck you be laggin'?

How the fuck you be laggin'?

And I got designer all up in my baggage

Yo bitch on my line cause she want in my package

Yea, yea

Hop in that pussy, I'm doin' my damage

I'm gettin' manic, my bitch above average

You givin' me bands, now you talkin' my language

I go bar for bar, man this shit not a challenge

I'm tellin' you, my shit too cold, need a jacket

I get me a Grammy and I'm 'boutta hang it

I know I can't hang it or frame it, it's too wide

If I run up on you, I'm askin' your shoe size

All of you new guys, passin' you two times

I got a Mini Cooper for the new ride

I want yo bittie, scoop her just for tonight

Do you even fuck her? That pussy was too tight

Too tight, you mine, do what I do!

Blue eyes, new type, to what I do!

New ride, who might shoot at your crew?

Two lines, new ice, who got the flu?

My diamonds is frozen like 30 below

My diamonds, they glisten, they shine on the floor

Moving through bitches like goodbye, hello

Not drinkin' lean but I sip Arizona

My flow is so sick I ain't talkin' corona

Bitch every day got a different persona

Fryin' yo ass like an egg, easy over

I Got me a Mini, I don't need a Rover

You take an L like a bracket

Arc'y all up on my jacket

And that's a fact bitch

She hit my balls like a racket

Drinkin Fiji, MicroPlastics

My flow it come automatic

Your bitch she givin' me knowledge, Scholastic

So many bands I run out of elastics

Goin to Staples to buy more elastics

I just be- ahhh, fuck!

My diamonds be frozen like 30 below (Ice)

My backwood exotic you already know

I walk into Yves Saint Laurent and I blow

Blow, blow, blow

50 Racks, hunnid racks, I got some mo' (Cash)

Pull up to the club wit' 10 racks and I throw

Got Fiji water in my hand, like fasho

But I got me some Wocky so I'm 'boutta pour

And I get 60 thousand when I do a show

If it ain't bout the guap, get the fuck out my phone

And they know they can't stop me from takin' they hoe

And I'm takin' that bitch, and I'm bendin' her over, damn!

I got Starbuds on my shirt, uhh

Imma pop you like a Perc, uhh

You know I came out the 'burbs

And I'm fly just like a bird, whatcha heard?

I'm off the lean so I talk with a slur

Don't fuck wit beans, but I'm poppin' a perc

And my life ain't free, so I'm droppin' the work

Ain't goin' cheap when I'm shoppin' for her

Sippin' the lean got the Wock and the purp

I'm witcho B, and we talk, and we flirt

When she wit' me, give me noggin' for sure, damn!