[Chorus: GameboyJones]
You know that I've been with the shits, ay
Iced out couple bands on my wrist, ay
Yeah, I don't give a damn bout your list, ay
Life's cursed, but got handed a gift, ay
You don't wanna see me heat up, boy
When I'm around, then they freeze up, boy
You don't wanna see me heat up, boy
When I'm around, then they freeze up, boy

[Verse 1: Hakujin]
This shit ain't the UFC, I ain't finna fight you
Aim that heater at ya head, bitch, I'm finna ice you
Wipe you off the fucking planet, you a Stain
Give you brain, freeze boy, point it at ya, fitted when I aim
This that Sub Zero, this that icy shit
I know I'mma hero, but don't try me, bitch
I am not the type of boul to trifle with
I got the burner and I ain't afraid to fire it
Yeah, I'm a real G, you just G rated
Got em running from the monster that you created
If you want shmoke, fuck around and you get cremated
When I spin the block they gon have the fucking repave it
Frostbite, this that freezer burn, this that icy hot
Bitch boy, make ya body turn when I fire shots
You a opp, pull up, I'mma show you what we do to opps
Stupid hot, you got mute spittah, I got supah hot
[Chorus: GameboyJones]
Ay ay ay ay
You know that I've been with the shits, ay
Iced out couple bands on my wrist, ay
Yeah, I don't give a damn bout your list, ay
Life's cursed, but got handed a gift, ay
You don't wanna see me heat up, boy
When I'm around, then they freeze up, boy
You don't wanna see me heat up, boy
When I'm around, then they freeze up, boy

[Verse 2: GameboyJones]
I've been through pain, harm, hustle the stress
I've been bruised, scarred, fucking depressed
Told I'm worthless if I'm not the best
So as a rookie I've been doing things to out do the vets
Uh, hot boy, I've been making green, call that Bok Choy
Fire on your squad, but there's not gon be no Glock noise
Thought that you were present on the mic, but you just talk boy
You ain't got the sauce, I been dripping like I brought soy
Ain't departed, but you see I got this ice on me
Fucking with you twice, I don't do that, I don't like phonys
Pop homie cause he was an opp, homie
I ain't wanna do it, but I made it boy religious, now his top holy
Titanic, but I'm feeling ice burn
So cold, you would shiver wearing twenty five shirts
I was built for any situation, man, I ain't scared
You ain't been through my Endeavors, I'm a man of my word, my word