Ice Cold

Life ain't never been hard as this
We still ball no scholarship
We too deep to call it quits
We want war no arguing

We too grown to cause a fit
Hold on lemme talk my shit
Snakes up in this garden shit
We end who we started wit

Ima get money like all day
We stack dough regardless
Pull up and come talk about me
Pull up and let's start some shit

Tell em they can kill the noise
Their loudest is my softest shit
They softer than baby shit
Tell me who as great as this

I don't want your club bag
Ima make my own bands
Need big boy money
To support this grown man

If we date can't hold hands
She just wanna chill wit me
Heart froze got cold hands

I always gotta throw hands (Uh)

Victor Freeze on em (Uh)
Three degrees on em (Uh)
Cocaine flow
80 keys on em (Uh)

Ima speed on em (Uh)
Ima flex on em (Uh)
Pocket rocket on my hip
Put a stretch on em (Uh)

Look at my neck bet cha
Wanna swip swap wit me
Look at the bag bet cha
Get gwap wit me

But I'm anemic hoe
So ion need you though
I just need the ice
Bitch I sleep in snow

It's a cold world
Better bundle up
I got the hood jumping
Make ya double Dutch

Ima run it up
Ima run it up
Last year moving slow
Get my numbers up

As cold as the wind blow
The Breeze from the window
Baby I'm ice cold
I'm changing the temp tho

Heard some shots from the sideline
They mad they can't get in though
Baby I'm too cold
But we won't chill again though

Life ain't never been smooth as this
Life ain't never been cool as this
I turn up my music (Uh)
They be like "ooh who is this"

You don't know what to do wit this
All you do is move to this
I used to feel like dead weight
All I do is useless

Now I'm back wit a DE strap
Blow a DB back
Get your BM clapped

In a 64 lac
And a P9 strap
For my lil sis
Get cha preteen clapped

All we know is money
All we want is hunnits
All we know is money
Tell them niggas run it (Ayee)

Jackpot
Think we hit the jackpot
Feel like MJ moon walking on a crack rock

Bitch I'm too cold
A polar bear is my mascot
Scooby ain't no mystery
Ice sickles on my ascot

They can't get to me
Flu game they sick of me

Like your baby dad
Oh ya mad can't get rid of me

I tear the show up
I whip the stove up
Snow globe living
In a blizzard doing donuts

I make em go nuts
Go crazy hoe
Give a cold shoulder
This is how you made me hoe

Ima live it up
Ima live it up
Turn the temp down
I don't think they sick enough

Ice skate on em (Uh)
Figure eight on em (Uh)
Doing laps on em
Make a way for me (Uh)

Ima live it up
Ima live it up
Turn the temp down
I don't think they sick enough

As cold as the wind blow
The Breeze from the window
Baby I'm ice cold
I'm changing the temp tho

Heard some shots from the sideline
They mad they can't get in though
Baby I'm too cold
But we won't chill again though



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Mcpherson
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