[Intro: Foogiano & Pooh Shiesty]
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Mmm, greatness at its finest (Blrrrd), me and Shiesty (Blrrrd, blrrrd), we fucked up the line up
1017, So Icy, and we shinin', it ain't hard to find us (Go)
(Once again, I'm locked in with TP, we finna make a hit)
Huh?
[Chorus: Foogiano & Pooh Shiesty]
Greatness at its finest, me and Shiesty, we fucked up the line up (Know we fucked 'em up)
1017, So Icy (Icy), and we shinin', it ain't hard to find us (We So Icy as fuck)
And them niggas started way before (Blrrrd, blrrrd), but now they far behind us (Now them niggas keeping up)
Our first time in L.A. (Ayy), bitch, we spend a ten on just designer (Just to get fly as fuck)
I'm in L.A. smoking Compton za (Ayy), shit got me paranoid (I'm paranoid)
I ain't really wanna kill that boy (No), but he was beggin' for it (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
And it's time to slide again (Time to slide), parked my Bentley, got in the Ford (Or the Honda Accord)
And I got your bitch on her knees (She on her knees), she ain't prayin' to the Lord (But it wasn't for the Lord, no, blrrrd)
[Verse 1: Pooh Shiesty]
Blrrrd, blrrrd (Blrrrd), bitch, I got something to say (Let's go)
Gon' hide the Dracos in the bushes, narcs might hit the block today (For sure)
We skipped the playdates yesterday (Go), in Cali' rolling opps today (A opp)
In the concrete, I'm a god, the hood pop out, I show my face (I show)
I feel like Tom Cruise on a movie, Shiesty hopped out shootin' a Uzi (Blrrrd)
The opps be wavin' guns up on the internet more than they use it (Nope)
Know we rep that murder gang (That murder), just run up and we gon' prove it (Murder, murder)
Top him with that automatic in his head, we left him gooey (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
And flew to the hills right after, Jacuzzi next to the shower (Shower)
Pouring Wocky in the Fanta, smoking elbows in a hour (Hour)
Big Shiesty for President, I told y'all that the world was ours (Yeah)
Nigga causin' beef with me, three people hit, he grabbed the Bible (Blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
Brazy locked up, called his cuz (Called his cuz), show my lil' niggas some love (Love)
I be on my fourth one, out my body, geeked up off these drugs (Drugs)
I've been trying to kick the cup (Cup), but I'm so fucked up off this mud (Mud)
Sometimes, I don't need a reason (No), might up it and let it bust (No, no, blrrrd, blrrrd, blrrrd)
[Chorus: Foogiano & Pooh Shiesty]
Greatness at its finest, me and Shiesty, we fucked up the line up (Know we fucked 'em up, blrrrd, blrrrd)
1017, So Icy (Icy), and we shinin', it ain't hard to find us (We So Icy as fuck)
And them niggas started way before (Blrrrd, blrrrd), but now they far behind us (Now them niggas keeping up)
Our first time in L.A. (Ayy), bitch, we spend a ten on just designer (Just to get fly as fuck)
I'm in L.A. smoking Compton za (Ayy), shit got me paranoid (I'm paranoid)
I ain't really wanna kill that boy (No), but he was beggin' for it (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
And it's time to slide again (Time to slide), parked my Bentley, got in the Ford (Or the Honda Accord)
And I got your bitch on her knees (She on her knees), she ain't prayin' to the Lord (But it wasn't for the Lord, no)
[Verse 2: Foogiano]
Bitch, you heard what Shiesty said (Yeah), don't play with us, we ain't them boys (We ain't them boys)
Deliver that smoke, front door, nigga (Yeah), yeah, just hit a family for it (Family for it)
Yeah, I got six different bitches (Six, yeah), but they all on one accord (On one accord)
Call my side bitch up and get my main bitch (Huh? Ho), and she come record (She come record)
We the fastest to ever do this shit (Fast, yeah), lil' nigga, check 'the record (Go check the record)
Remembered us in May and it's November (Yeah, pussy), nigga, check my schedule (Go check the schedule)
Hop out that C8 (Huh?), with 308, make him dance with the Devil (Dance with the Devil)
I'm a rapper killer (Huh?), I dig graves, don't make me get my shovel (Make me get my shovel)
I'm the QB, and we goin' deep (Yeah, uh), we never need to huddle (I don't say huddle)
All my youngins know to slide (Nah, ayy), they never question they big brother (Don't question brother)
I'm in the hills with a rich bitch, boy (Ho, yeah), and you know we don't cuddle (We don't cuddle)
I ain't doin' shit for free (Yeah, bring that bag), you want me, better bring your duffle (Bring that duffle)
Walked in Gucci, spend a ten in ten minutes (Yeah, huh?), I'm Tyreek Hill (I'm Tyreek Hill)
If he hungry for this beef (What? Pussy), I feed him smoke just like a grill (Just like a grill)
I remember I was broke as hell (Yeah, ho), was dreaming 'bout a mil' (About a mil')
Now I'm in Hollywood (Yeah), and one mil' don't compare to my deal (Don't compare to my deal)
If I have to slide (Slide, slide), this rap shit might to come to an end (Come to a end)
And I know Shiesty sliding with me (My brother, ho), boy, we got two twin FNs (Two twin FNs)
Let a nigga play with us (Pussy, uh), I promise he won't play again (Won't play again)
Yeah, this a So Icy world (So Icy), we freeze your ass (Ice, ice), you go against (Go against)
Boy, I pour that Wock' up (Wock', Wock'), roll that za up, I get out my body (Get out my body)
Brother try to keep me in the booth (Yeah, ho) so I don't think about them bodies (Don't think about it)
Day one nigga switched up on me (Uh, yeah), can't believe he broke the logic (He broke that logic)
Yeah, that's why I keep my Glock tight, nigga, I don't trust nobody (I don't)
[Chorus: Foogiano & Pooh Shiesty]
Greatness at its finest, me and Shiesty, we fucked up the line up (Know we fucked 'em up)
1017, So Icy (Icy), and we shinin', it ain't hard to find us (We So Icy as fuck)
And them niggas started way before (Blrrrd, blrrrd), but now they far behind us (Now them niggas keeping up)
Our first time in L.A. (Ayy), bitch, we spend a ten on just designer (Just to get fly as fuck)
I'm in L.A. smoking Compton za (Ayy), shit got me paranoid (I'm paranoid)
I ain't really wanna kill that boy (No), but he was beggin' for it (Blrrrd, blrrrd)
And it's time to slide again (Time to slide), parked my Bentley, got in the Ford (Or the Honda Accord)
And I got your bitch on her knees (She on her knees), she ain't prayin' to the Lord (But it wasn't for the Lord)
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