Quit this, Shay plays with the fade,
slice like a ninja cut like a razor blade;
So fast, all the DJs say "Damm",
if rhyme was a drug I'd sell it by the gram,
keep my composure when it's time to cut loose
magnatised by the mic when I kick my juice,
If there was a problem; yo, I'll solve it
check out the hook while my DJ revolves it.
Ice Ice baby; too cold, too cold...