Artist:Ircol Song:buzz down [Chorus] She gon bring her ass at my crib chilling with them hotties all night.F ing the hoes like usual.Hitting my d.m she gon wink with shit. Ice glowing on my wrist she ask what patek she gon crazy. Hundred thousand racks diamonds damn he's rich. Iam tranna fly to london hold on my bitch. Vacation days to be numbers she i can't sleeep.We poppin on the shows we gon insane with the shit. Iam in the loop with the gee iam in hot with the bitch.Nigga selling cocaine he gon ride or die with the shit.I jus took so many brrr i turn my crib to a club house. A lotta bitches from West Coast.Asses dripping like its water.Plug my shit he got a baby mama. tranna handle the shit up. Yeah that is what it is. I jus took so many what else.Shut you mouth bitch iam back. She Savage hoe she a wink pippin chilling nigga jealousy. Popin ice like Savage Just turned 21.Mama amma grown up I now can handle the typpa shit alone.Grew all the way long succeeded made you proud.I gat the cash for real i used to run from the trap house. Diamond bags for xoooooooo ama keep going thats the shit for real.I swear i won't tell meet me at crib. made so much money i gat real money real cash big bank. Come to my crib am the hoster money is the typer shit we fighting for. Racks in a lui Vee babe what else lookin for proving the nigga z rich. [Verse1] When i was 17 had a dream of some shit ddnt work out to be true Now be me iam going all in jealous on me is a disease you can die mad. doing my on shit nobody controlling me. Turn right up left down i ain't gat no friends. Looking at myself in the mirror be like whats my next mission. Hard games playin with Lamborghinis young ages Young gees. Dropped outta school spent the whole day in the studio with my gees. Emotionally got caught with the shit..Scream life Wif Ircol none screw loose.Cars driven buzz down that booty. Wooo nigga with pop whats the typper shi up to. Ooow bbe gee u'll be lying to your versions. Nothing can kill ircol rather than drip and fashions. Nothin she up she banging on the road went shopping she back bank ain't gat no cash. Now she got me on Flashback regret memories but still ain't no worry just always stay Happy. Tell me i gat cash let my haters hear. Nomatter with the beef had a nigga shot at my crib i fuck up nigga say something ircol born a legend cause they never die. I ain't gat put a trust on nobody i have to go fetch at the point i lost it. Iam not living past [Chorus] ..............................................................