ICY (Ice Cold)

Ice up in my veins
No I'm not the same
Fitted for the game
Yeah I got some range
Don't fuck with you lames
Yeah you got a lane
Go grab me my lamb
With the yellow paint
Ice up in my veins
No I'm not the same
Fitted for the game
Yeah I got some range
Don't fuck with you lames
Yea you got a lane
Go grab me my lamb
With the yellow paint bitch

Yeah I'm sick sick mode
I can't kick flip but I can make yo eye get swoll
Security buff he done went bench mode
Yeah I been that nigga it's the Rose gold in here
Vanished like I'm MIA shit
I been kickin everywhere like Im outta spacin
People don't know what they want
And what they really chasin
You just stuck up in a loop now you figure eightin
That's just me though
I shoot deep like Curry from three hoe
Come to my show all eyes on me yo
Nigga step back I'ma need ten feet bro
Check out how I wanna live my life
Gave my niggas bread So I don't have to live it twice
Laid up in my bed
You know I'm livin right
Baby looked and said
Oh you the givin type
I been in a white room
Askin what really excites you
They don't know the right moves
So I do not like you
My girl she a cheese cake
Hot like it's a heat day
We eat like it's cheat day
Skip it like a leap day
I know who I am man
Frank told me to go send
Fuck you if I do offend
Watch it til the very end
I don't need no more friends
Yo girl short like four ten
I'ma need a new Benz
Cop it like a new lens
Me and Swrvo chillin in a mansion
Neighbors say we loud they can't stand it
My gardener only speakin spanish
I'm just glad my girl understand him



Credits
Writer(s): Rose Hills
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