I Need Warmth (Too Iced Out)
Yeah, passing on these opps
And fucking shitting on their face, living
I'm too iced out, I'm too iced out
Old friend was a snitch
So then I gave him to the streets, fuck it
I'm too iced out, I'm too iced out
Pull up clown gang, let's have a nasty throw down
I wanna see y'all gripping on your sleeves
Soon to be gruesomely deceased
I'm screaming hail the beast as I slam that crowbar right up on your cheek
Your boys come running for me?
Imma have to bring out the piece
And lately I been ignorant
Hesitant to learn shit
Not making a difference to elevate the business shit
My wits be looking different
Witness my demise
'Cause it's a fact you'll be missing me
These raps be the truth of me
Lacking too much youth to me
Trap been booming
Bound to jump to something lucrative
Not really in the mood for this
Never been a hooligan
I'm that boy you won't fool again
Maybe once or twice
But I advise you don't assume my friend
(Go low, living dope, with no support
No god, living hard, sip more, eating good, no harm, it's not)
Take 'em straight to hell
Then we'll snatch up southern belles, sinking
I'm too iced out, I'm too iced out
Diamonds on my dick
Then I pass 'em to my bitch, fucking
I'm too iced out, way too iced out
Within this sound that we created
Fuck it, I swear that it got tainted years ago
Now I'm throwing up my katanas
Don't wanna move to the fucking Bahamas
Gotta see all the violent crimes and them
I don't need this fucking wax pen giving me all this zen
And keeping me from killing men
I'm on a path unlike you other fools
How you gonna win when I'm over here trying to fail?
Fucker, you look like you running around chasing your tail
There ain't nothing left to tell, I ain't the holy grail, I'm the holy frail
Passing all these cops
And see the body on the streets, killers
That's so iced out, why so iced out?
Father in the bag bleedin'
And will the children eat? Maybe
Shit's so iced out, so fucking iced out
So now I'm checking in the mirror, looking for all the wounds and damages
That clown bitch got one in but now he twitching like a foreign dish
Let's pop a capsule and start again
Let's pop a capsule and start again
Ever thought the wrath of God would be fucking wasted on measly men?
Just out here making amends
Another round of the same
Got some clown heads on my plate
Chopped up till they're bloody great
After this finna get baked
Clown bitch wanna stalemate
Never peace with a handshake
I know all you fucks are snakes
Tryna get up to my place
Look how you fall out of place
Dying is such a disgrace
(You come stepping up to me?
Look at yourself clown, had all your gear on
Thinking you gonna make a move, acting slick and shit
But you ain't do shit
Not a scratch, nothing
Not a single fucking lick
Yeah all right I see y'all, sly as fuck, huh
So you really gonna stand there half the time, drooling, mouth open
You ready to adopt anything if you think you'll get some clout, huh
Know your lane fool)
And fucking shitting on their face, living
I'm too iced out, I'm too iced out
Old friend was a snitch
So then I gave him to the streets, fuck it
I'm too iced out, I'm too iced out
Pull up clown gang, let's have a nasty throw down
I wanna see y'all gripping on your sleeves
Soon to be gruesomely deceased
I'm screaming hail the beast as I slam that crowbar right up on your cheek
Your boys come running for me?
Imma have to bring out the piece
And lately I been ignorant
Hesitant to learn shit
Not making a difference to elevate the business shit
My wits be looking different
Witness my demise
'Cause it's a fact you'll be missing me
These raps be the truth of me
Lacking too much youth to me
Trap been booming
Bound to jump to something lucrative
Not really in the mood for this
Never been a hooligan
I'm that boy you won't fool again
Maybe once or twice
But I advise you don't assume my friend
(Go low, living dope, with no support
No god, living hard, sip more, eating good, no harm, it's not)
Take 'em straight to hell
Then we'll snatch up southern belles, sinking
I'm too iced out, I'm too iced out
Diamonds on my dick
Then I pass 'em to my bitch, fucking
I'm too iced out, way too iced out
Within this sound that we created
Fuck it, I swear that it got tainted years ago
Now I'm throwing up my katanas
Don't wanna move to the fucking Bahamas
Gotta see all the violent crimes and them
I don't need this fucking wax pen giving me all this zen
And keeping me from killing men
I'm on a path unlike you other fools
How you gonna win when I'm over here trying to fail?
Fucker, you look like you running around chasing your tail
There ain't nothing left to tell, I ain't the holy grail, I'm the holy frail
Passing all these cops
And see the body on the streets, killers
That's so iced out, why so iced out?
Father in the bag bleedin'
And will the children eat? Maybe
Shit's so iced out, so fucking iced out
So now I'm checking in the mirror, looking for all the wounds and damages
That clown bitch got one in but now he twitching like a foreign dish
Let's pop a capsule and start again
Let's pop a capsule and start again
Ever thought the wrath of God would be fucking wasted on measly men?
Just out here making amends
Another round of the same
Got some clown heads on my plate
Chopped up till they're bloody great
After this finna get baked
Clown bitch wanna stalemate
Never peace with a handshake
I know all you fucks are snakes
Tryna get up to my place
Look how you fall out of place
Dying is such a disgrace
(You come stepping up to me?
Look at yourself clown, had all your gear on
Thinking you gonna make a move, acting slick and shit
But you ain't do shit
Not a scratch, nothing
Not a single fucking lick
Yeah all right I see y'all, sly as fuck, huh
So you really gonna stand there half the time, drooling, mouth open
You ready to adopt anything if you think you'll get some clout, huh
Know your lane fool)
Credits
Writer(s): Barefoot Gen, Paul Nguyen, Christopher Santana
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