text: JD On Tha Track
  Iceberg want a bag, bitch
  We pop out at your party, Im with the gang
  And its gon be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
  Im a killer, girl, Im sorry, but I cant change
  We aint aimin for your body, shots hit your brain
  We come from poverty, man, we aint have a thing
  Its a lot of animosity, but they wont say my name
  Them killers rock with me, lil nigga, dont get banged
  Cause theyll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
  She heard Im a star, now she tryna take her clothes off
  Faceshot with this AR, Im bound to knock a nigga nose off
  Drowsy off the Act, Im sippin lean until I doze off
  My homie trappin like its laundry day, he drop a load off
  Police at the bando, hit the back and cut the stove off
  Used to hustle packs but now Im richer than my old boss
  Almost summertime, Im finna see how much the Rolls cost
  If her friend aint fuckin, kick her out and make them hoes walk
  Runnin through them hundreds, new blue check, I guess Im verified
  Cappin off this ecstasy, Im rollin like Im paralyzed
  You werent out there thuggin with the killers, you was terrified
  All my niggas pop out in them trenches, we dont never hide
  We pop out at your party, Im with the gang
  And its gon be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
  Im a killer, girl, Im sorry, but I cant change
  We aint aimin for your body, shots hit your brain
  We come from poverty, man, we aint have a thing
  Its a lot of animosity, but they wont say my name
  Them killers rock with me, lil nigga, dont get banged
  Cause theyll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
  None of my hoes got a lot of mileage
  Keep it G, your style is childish
  Proud of myself, I finally found it
  Only keep the guys around me
  I go extra dressing with this drip, I call it Thousand Island
  I can make my youngin snatch your necklace for a thousand dollars
  Soon as we sexin, thousand problems
  Hoppin on jets, this money calling
  I still be thuggin, Im sorry, mama
  Pop out, Im on every corner
  VVS on every stone
  This jewelry got my head gone
  These bankrolls got my head gone
  These meds got my head gone
  We been poppin out since middle school
  This lifestyle aint nothing new
  But well get rid of you, yeah
  We been poppin out since middle school
  This shit here aint nothing new
  Polo, what you tell em, fool?
  We pop out at your party, Im with the gang
  And its gon be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
  Im a killer, girl, Im sorry, but I cant change
  We aint aimin for your body, shots hit your brain
  We come from poverty, man, we aint have a thing
  Its a lot of animosity, but they wont say my name
  Them killers rock with me, lil nigga, dont get banged
  Cause theyll do that job for me while I hop on a plane
  And dont gotta explain , cause I got plenty stains 
  I pull up in Ferraris when I hop on the plane 
  Got diamonds on my Cartis , I see you niggas lame 
  Im in Miami Garden with a Richard Mille plain 
  Im a seed, you cant put me in a grave 
  Somebody pray for me cause I couldnt have been a slave 
  Float on the D-U-Bs, we had cash back in the day 
  Now the Rollie say the date, roll around in two-door Wraith 
  You gotta work hard, just cant make it off of faith
  I sold me a lil hard for a few thousands, I was straight 
  I been jumped off the porch, learned to hustle for a plate
  Now the shrimp come with a steak, five star condo where I lay
  We pop out at your party, Im with the gang
  And its gon be a robbery, so tuck ya chain
  Im a killer, girl, Im sorry, but I cant change
  We aint aimin for your body, shots hit your brain
  We come from poverty, man, we aint have a thing
  Its a lot of animosity, but they wont say my name
  Them killers rock with me, lil nigga, dont get banged
  Cause theyll do the job for me while I hop on a plane