Produced By Acea & Yung Sherman
So many bitches I don't know where I been
They keep asking whether what state I'm in
So many bitches I don't know where I been
Shining, shining foreign ice
They be crying tears look like foreign ice
She look scared, need like foreign ice
Trapping out the Swedish snow, four nights
Dirty sad tears just like foreign ice
Squirting liquid lean in that foreign ice
Throwing fo's up yelling all aight
Countin' guap with Lean, slow
(Bopping, bopping, bopping, bopping)
Don't know where my partner roll
Neon lights all I see, I think I'm gone
Ice blood on my face, I'm forever thrown
S.B.E, we some vampires, Dracula
I'm in an Acura, hoe I think you stack them up
I'm not doing calculus, I need a calculator
Glass elevator, shoes made made by Alligators
I'm flying in the sky, feeling
I'm hard fire, lighting everywhere
Let the darkness take my heart
I put my heart on my sleeve
Stack forever I could never leave
I don't fuck with you I'm always with my bros
Twenty Thousand Sixteen, I need some gold
All this money, all this money make me cold
I said I cared, I really don't
What you want? I'm always switchin' up my phones
Where did I go? You'll never know
Looking for me but I'm buried under snow
So many bitches I don't know where I been
They keep asking whether what state I'm in
So many bitches I don't know where I been