Packing The Ice

[Intro]
Pack, the, ice, to, the, top, of the mountain
Pack, the, fucking, ice, to, the, top, of the mountain
Pack, the, ice, to, the, top, of the mountain!
Lil' Diabetes on the track and Ballistic, on the beat

[Verse 1]
Packing the ice to the top of the mountain
I got so much ice on my wrist
That I'm flexing everyday (everyday)
Lil' Diabetes on the track I don't play (gang gang)
And if you think I play, then I'm gonna fuck you in the
Ay ay, wait hold up that was gay (ew that was gay)
I'm just kidding I take that back I meant (that shit was gay)
I'll punch you in the face! (damn)
OH (damn!)

[Pre-Verse]
Now Lil' Diabetes and that I'm packing the ice
So tall like a mountain and a city, and a sculpturе
I got so much racks, and I got that ice on my wrist and-

[Verse 2]
I'm fat as shit, you know how it is
I pack the ice so big
That my balls, can't еven stand on their own two feet
Wait hold up, what am I talking about balls for?
That's pretty fucking gay, I'll stop being gay
Cuz I don't wanna be like Chick Joyce
(don't be like that hoe)

[Verse 3]
I'm packing the ice, I'm getting lit
I'm getting cash, more than Adam did (ooh)
Mini diss, I don't care
I can't stand that fucking bitch
Oh?
Wait, we're gonna turn up
Ay!

[Outro]
Packing the ice, packing the ice, packing the ice, I'm packing
Packing the ice, packing the ice, packing the ice, I'm packing the
Packing the ice, packing the ice, packing it, I'm packing the ice
So hard (you already know)
You know it, ay (Lil' Diabetes on the track)
Egh