[Intro: Good Finesse]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Laudiano)
[Chorus: Good Finesse & SaySoTheMac]
We got ice like a glacier
You niggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young nigga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My bitch got a Louis bag, it’s a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never fuck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy
We got ice like a glacier
You niggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I’m so ice cold
Young nigga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My bitch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never fuck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy (Ayy)
[Verse 1: SaySoTheMac]
Describe the Stinc Team, they're extravagant
SaySoTheMac and them guys, they be havin' it
I'm reachin' in her purse and I’m grabbin’ it
You worry 'bout the nigga that be stabbin’ it, that's half of it
She fuckin' on a trick and she cashin' out, give it to me
Old punk rock bitch, we ain’t splittin' a thing
SaySoTheMac, I don't go fifty-fifty
With you punk rock hoes, bitch, you better miss me
[Verse 2: Good Finesse]
Ayy, my drip on a hundred thousand, it's extravagant
Louis shoes with the belt like a mannequin
Frostbite on my wrist, it's like a snowstorm
You'll be beatin' on your meat, you don't get no whores
Stripper bitch bustin' dates on a golf course
Lean sittin' in my soda, it's a Fanta
New bitch got money, named Samantha (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I get gifts on Christmas like I'm Santa
[Chorus: Good Finesse]
We got ice like a glacier
You niggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young nigga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My bitch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never fuck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy
We got ice like a glacier
You niggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young nigga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My bitch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never fuck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy
[Verse 3: Money Monk]
You see me shinin' 'fore I walk up
Been gettin' chicken since I was a young buck
I done touched a half a ticket out the door, huh?
Big Balenciagas, steppin' on a broke bitch
Drippin' high fashion when I go and pull skits
Swing the chopper, make his body do a kickflip
Fuck 12 and the suckers that be talkin' to 'em
Pussy niggas want beef, then I'ma serve it to 'em
[Verse 4: Young Bull]
Pussy nigga want beef but I ain't Farmer John
Hit him with the chopstick, now his arm gone
Smokin' on some cookie, smokin' on some zaza
SBs on my feet, yeah, that's for shreddin' bitches (Shred)
Catch me in a 911 countin' hella chicken (Skrrt)
Mud walkin' through Neimans countin' up them digits
Stinc Team for the win, and yeah, that's facts
Young Bull the G.O.A.T., yeah, yeah, no cap
[Chorus: Good Finesse]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
We got ice like a glacier
You niggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young nigga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My bitch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never fuck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy
We got ice like a glacier
You niggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young nigga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My bitch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never fuck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy, ayy
[Verse 5: Ralfy the Plug]
You a pipsqueak, bitch, we'll never fuck
Only thing on my mind is runnin' it up
We tote F&Ns, nigga, we ready to bust
Nigga actin' fake tough, we gon' tear shit up
I was slidin' 'round town in a foreign vehicle
My hitman from Baghdad, you know what he gon' do
I got his bitch in the backseat, you know what she gon' do
He a snitch and I know it, we don't need no proof, Plug
[Verse 6: Good Finesse]
He tried to slide on the opps like he had some luck
Four deep in a foreign, Ralph, Vino, and Monk
Brung the blower on the side while I'm grabbin' some lunch
Niggas hatin' on the fam but we ain't givin' no fucks
Niggas slidin' every night, fatty gotta stay tucked
Had to hop out on some niggas, had to get me some bucks
If you ain't slidin' with no fatty, you ain't slidin' with us
Fuck sittin' in the crib, I'm tryna run this shit up, gang
