Brand new ice on my neck I can't ditch the pistol

I been the mother fuckin' man before you had a pimple

I was pushing p's before that shit became a term

I can't trust that bitch cuz she lookin' like a germ

I don't need the stems to the beat this shit is gas

I just be so proud of my brodis I give em bags

Before they even wake up I'm on to the new track

They asking for the feature but they know they can't afford it

I ain't in the Keys but I'm somewhere in Florida

Shit Jackson, Gainesville I don't know where I'm going