Glaciers lyrics

[Intro: Good Finesse]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Laudiano)

[Chorus: Good Finesse & SaySoTheMac]
We got ice like a glacier
You n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young n*gga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My b*tch got a Louis bag, it’s a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never f*ck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy
We got ice like a glacier
You n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I’m so ice cold
Young n*gga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My b*tch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never f*ck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy (Ayy)

[Verse 1: SaySoTheMac]
Describe the Stinc Team, they're extravagant
SaySoTheMac and them guys, they be havin' it
I'm reachin' in her purse and I’m grabbin’ it
You worry 'bout the n*gga that be stabbin’ it, that's half of it
She f*ckin' on a trick and she cashin' out, give it to me
Old punk rock b*tch, we ain’t splittin' a thing
SaySoTheMac, I don't go fifty-fifty
With you punk rock hoes, b*tch, you better miss me
[Verse 2: Good Finesse]
Ayy, my drip on a hundred thousand, it's extravagant
Louis shoes with the belt like a mannequin
Frostbite on my wrist, it's like a snowstorm
You'll be beatin' on your meat, you don't get no whores
Stripper b*tch bustin' dates on a golf course
Lean sittin' in my soda, it's a Fanta
New b*tch got money, named Samantha (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
I get gifts on Christmas like I'm Santa

[Chorus: Good Finesse]
We got ice like a glacier
You n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young n*gga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My b*tch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never f*ck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy
We got ice like a glacier
You n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young n*gga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My b*tch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never f*ck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy
[Verse 3: Money Monk]
You see me shinin' 'fore I walk up
Been gettin' chicken since I was a young buck
I done touched a half a ticket out the door, huh?
Big Balenciagas, steppin' on a broke b*tch
Drippin' high fashion when I go and pull skits
Swing the chopper, make his body do a kickflip
f*ck 12 and the suckers that be talkin' to 'em
pus*y n*ggas want beef, then I'ma serve it to 'em

[Verse 4: Young Bull]
pus*y n*gga want beef but I ain't Farmer John
Hit him with the chopstick, now his arm gone
Smokin' on some cookie, smokin' on some zaza
SBs on my feet, yeah, that's for shreddin' b*tches (Shred)
Catch me in a 911 countin' hella chicken (Skrrt)
Mud walkin' through Neimans countin' up them digits
Stinc Team for the win, and yeah, that's facts
Young Bull the G.O.A.T., yeah, yeah, no cap

[Chorus: Good Finesse]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
We got ice like a glacier
You n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young n*gga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My b*tch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never f*ck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy
We got ice like a glacier
You n*ggas weak with no flavor like a wafer
Frostbite on my piece, I'm so ice cold
Young n*gga with a knot, I got jelly rolls
My b*tch got a Louis bag, it's a never full
You'll never get a chance, you'll never f*ck
Only thing on my mind is to run it up
Blue hundreds, fast money, I got big bucks, ayy, ayy
[Verse 5: Ralfy the Plug]
You a pipsqueak, b*tch, we'll never f*ck
Only thing on my mind is runnin' it up
We tote F&Ns, n*gga, we ready to bust
n*gga actin' fake tough, we gon' tear sh*t up
I was slidin' 'round town in a foreign vehicle
My hitman from Baghdad, you know what he gon' do
I got his b*tch in the backseat, you know what she gon' do
He a snitch and I know it, we don't need no proof, Plug

[Verse 6: Good Finesse]
He tried to slide on the opps like he had some luck
Four deep in a foreign, Ralph, Vino, and Monk
Brung the blower on the side while I'm grabbin' some lunch
n*ggas hatin' on the fam but we ain't givin' no f*cks
n*ggas slidin' every night, fatty gotta stay tucked
Had to hop out on some n*ggas, had to get me some bucks
If you ain't slidin' with no fatty, you ain't slidin' with us
f*ck sittin' in the crib, I'm tryna run this sh*t up, gang