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Huh? Ayy, So Icy, nigga (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin') Clutch (Icy, Icy) Real zaza, nigga Huh? Huh? (Ho) I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, nigga Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, nigga I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, nigga Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, nigga I used to break them bags down and serve 'em out my mama house Now I'm sittin' here rappin', all these diamonds in my mouth Think I might just freeze the mic, every word I say is cold If they steppin' to you, know we always wеnt and checked the scorе If I was a animal, might be a tiger for my stripes Better yet, might be a polar bear 'cause I got all this ice And that ice, it like to fight, diamonds hittin' just like Mike I was in the trenches every day, was gettin' all their packs All these sucker niggas rappin' sucker shit, can't go for that If I was a superhero, powers would be ice attack Put my neck, wrist and my mouth together, it's a ice attack And that Backwood, it too big, can't hear that bullshit that you sayin' Songtexte I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, nigga Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, nigga I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, nigga Tryna make the stick hit like a band, make you dance, nigga Fuck security, I walk 'round with my ahchoo on me With all my jewelry, told that boy good luck you shoot at me These niggas new to me, Memo Six-O on this Foogi' beat That bitch go blaow, never sold drugs, don't know how Run up on me, .40 cal', pussy, better duck yo' child I heard they froze, pay him ten to take his soul Von has yo' bitch in the O, Rio sent that load on boats Don't think it's sweet, I'll make sure my killers will eat Then I catch that boy on feet, dollar bitch and she a freak Used to be with hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass niggas Now I'm with some killers that be clappin' at you niggas Never hung around the goofy cappin' ass niggas 'cause I'm a I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that ca— Aus Songtexte Mania