Icicle

Call me the Fruity Loops master

Going slow, I don't need it any faster

Need the boom bap, not the trap, yeah

I can see through the hats, you're a capper

Underground turtles you're a rat's son

I already told you what will happen

I have no choice but to blast you

Now I got my blaster

And its time blast shit, crashing, I'm rocking high fashion

You rocking whack shit, I can't be seen with you bastards

I need a new bitch, man I'm tired of the cappin'

I can't join your clique, I'm still rocking with my faction