Ooh, biatch, biatch, biatch, biatch, ooh, ayy
Oohdem Beatz
She gon' blow like the bass
Ice on her face
She finna blow like the bass
Choppa blow up the place, ayy
Frozen soul, I'm so icy
You one night me, shout out Lil Yachty
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati, yeah
Hundred thousand in my Visa
Your nigga broke, he still drive a Kia
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati, yeah
I just crashed a Mazi
Fook around and cop another Mazi
Don't try me, got choppers in my Mazi
With my shooters, if they want it pull behind me
I got clips all on my body
I got tattoos on my body
She surrendered her soul to the Majin
Frozen soul, I'm so icy
You one night me, shout out Lil Yachty
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati, yeah
Hundred thousand in my Visa
Your nigga broke, he still drive a Kia
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati, yeah
Ran out of pages in my Visa
You know Raf Simons my Adidas
Your biatch, she a eater on my team, yeah
In the dark, with no light my diamonds gleam, yeah
With the plug, I'm out of gas, I need a refill
Pussy want this smoke, revolvers spin like windmills
All this water around my neck cost me a quarter mil'
Biatch it's frozen souls, so you know it's fookin' feels
Frozen soul, I'm so icy
You one night me, shout out Lil Yachty
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati, yeah
Hundred thousand in my Visa
Your nigga broke, he still drive a Kia
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati
Think I left my Visa in my Maserati, yeah
Oohdem Beatz