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[Intro: Matt Fuze]
I don't fuck with 12, they tell 'em make the block hot
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Play that back

[Chorus: Matt Fuze & Icy Narco]
I don't fuck with 12, they tell 'em make the block hot
Icy had to hit 'em with a brick of snow soft
Got the snowman, then it'll turn into a rock
Young Fuze pull up with the static, make it shock
Icy walking weird, bitch that's my gun walk
Smoking dead niggas 'til my fucking heart stops
Chocolate with the snow, really look like crack rock
Doing all these drills on your block, (?)

[Verse 1: Matt Fuze]
I don't know what's up with me
Really, I just upped the three
Turn it to a 23
Supermodels loving me
I don't love the thot, she stick around just for the company
I see through a sniper's scope
How you 'bout to run from me?
I been throwing benjis through the roof, feel like my thoughts are breached
I been smoking fire in the booth and sipping bubbly
Aston Martin rental had her acting like she loving me
I could see you acting, now your shorty, she keep rubbing me
Ratchets all around me on their feet and on their knees
Shorty come from Tokyo and she got double d's
Yeah, lil bitch I step on Alexander and McQueen
I could teach her how to turn the guap into a P

[Chorus: Matt Fuze & Icy Narco]
I don't fuck with 12, they tell 'em make the block hot
Icy had to hit 'em with a brick of snow soft
Got the snowman, then it'll turn into a rock
Young Fuze pull up with the static, make it shock
Icy walking weird, bitch that's my gun walk
Smoking dead niggas 'til my fucking heart stops
Chocolate with the snow, really look like crack rock
Doing all these drills on your block, (?)

[Verse 2: Icy Narco]
Shooting that nigga's a madness
Playing my cards with no magic
You finna die if you thinking I'm lacking
You ain't gon' like whats gon' happen
Nigga, I'll send you my address
Guns in my house and I'm lifting my mattress
I'm sending them bullets with passion
You don't wanna die tonight, you don't wanna waste my time
You don't really wanna pull up, he don't wanna die tonight
All of my niggas got choppas, make you eat bullets like Whoppers
Demons, they run through my veins, so you know that you cannot stop us
Icy Narco, bitch my neck, it look like snow
Early morning trapping, 10,000 a show
And I'm finna buy it, no matter the cost
You cannot take my sauce, snowflakes on my cross

[Chorus: Matt Fuze & Icy Narco]
I don't fuck with 12, they tell 'em make the block hot
Icy had to hit 'em with a brick of snow soft
Got the snowman, then it'll turn into a rock
Young Fuze pull up with the static, make it shock
Icy walking weird, bitch that's my gun walk
Smoking dead niggas 'til my fucking heart stops
Chocolate with the snow, really look like crack rock
Doing all these drills on your block, (?)