Icy

Okay I see
Why my heart so icy
Hotboys yeah we woah, Hotboys yeah we spicy
Big ol' blunts we lit yeah, Sauce out with the drip
Coordinated fits, I got all the latest shit
Time to bury all the ops
They dug themselves a ditch
I connected all the dots
Something smell like fish
Hot box we poppin' off
Punch a cone and take a sip
You should be direct, I get over waiting quick

I can't fuck with them
She said "Oouu you icy"
I said "Bitch I might be"
Don't know why they try to hide it, I know they don't like me
Maybe 'cause my shorty looking bad as Keira Knightley
Maybe 'cause they know that they way too pussy to fight me
I got big drip like a leaking faucet
I got dreams of being on them charts, you cannot keep me off 'em
'93 I rep it to the coffin, talk shit I drop 'em
Me and my girl go designer shoppin', like "What we coppin'?"
Now I, don't know
Where I, wanna go
Cutting ties, let em' go
Cuz my, heart froze

Okay I see,
Why my heart so icy
Hotboys yeah we woah, Hotboys yeah we spicy
Big ol' blunts we lit yeah, Sauce out with the drip
Coordinated fits, I got all the latest shit
Time to bury all the ops
They dug themselves a ditch
I connected all the dots
Something smell like fish
Hot box we poppin' off
Punch a cone and take a sip
You should be direct, I get over waiting quick

Drip from head to toe
Tracksuit got me looking like a dealer but I'm not
You should pay attention so you know who are the ops
93'Hotboys make a cheque and then we run it to the shop
Open Waze onto my phone so I don't run it to the cops
Fuck a hater, get the fuck off my dick
And they never make the distance all these dudes they might quit
And I'm flexin' on your girl she might, switch
Don't believe her when she's saying that she's not like this
Okay icy, diamonds looking lighter than a lightbeam baby
I go right in baby
This my life, 'cause my life real crazy, not tonight
'Cause you not my lady

Okay I see
Why my heart so icy
Hotboys yeah we woah, Hotboys yeah we spicy
Big ol' blunts we lit yeah, Sauce out with the drip
Coordinated fits, I got all the latest shit
Time to bury all the ops
They dug themselves a ditch
I connected all the dots
Something smell like fish
Hot box we poppin' off
Punch a cone and take a sip
You should be direct, I get over waiting quick



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Writer(s): Kevin Zoilo
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