Icicle
Call me the Fruity Loops master
Going slow, I don't need it any faster
Need the boom bap, not the trap, yeah
I can see through the hats, you're a capper
Underground turtles you're a rat's son
I already told you what will happen
I have no choice but to blast you
Now I got my blaster
And its time blast shit, crashing, I'm rocking high fashion
You rocking whack shit, I can't be seen with you bastards
I need a new bitch, man I'm tired of the cappin'
I can't join your clique, I'm still rocking with my faction
It's like I'm stepping to plate the way I'm going batshit
How can I believe in fate the way it all went last year
I can't just sit and wait, and decay my life is flashing
All these beats that I made, so I can try out this rap shit
I was in the Benz, I'm a mess though
I am still the best, in the trench though
Love being Crisp, It's a bitch though
Think I need a hat, and a trench coat
Feel I need a whole disguise, just to get out of my mind
As much as I sit and try, I can't help but wish I was another guy
Then I remember who the fuck talking
It's Crispi, you'll see my tracks at an auction
No intention of ever stopping
No matter how hard this shit might get I promise
Always stay on track call me Thomas
Got some shit to prove so I flaunt it
Coldest album out so I shop it
Shivering to death ever since I went and dropped it
Now, I gotta set it straight
I cannot celebrate
Till' the beats are made
Can't be second place
I'm so cold, icicles are made
Now, I gotta set it straight
I cannot celebrate
Till' the beats are made
Can't be second place
I'm so cold, icicles are made
And I'm freezing
Gotta bundle up cause I'm changing the season
Cold wind blows on this beat bitch I'm breezing
Got a short temper so don't give me a reason
Powerful like Palpatine and bitch this is treason
Bitch I'm so sick like I'm spreading diseases
Don't take this away cause you know that I need it
Give me my credit for bars that I'm reading
Speak on a beat and you know that I'll eat it
Got the gun on my hip for the draw
Think I need some new eyes for all the shit that I saw
They're so burnt out from every time that I ball
Still keep my chin up and every time I stand tall
Always cold, so I put the ice in the drink
Ready for the cheers, lift it up and hear the clink
Drive around with so much cash, should be in a brinks
Your girl so hot, she wanna cool she wanna link
Nah I'm on a roll
This shit a game so just give me control
Bars have you standing there, shivering cold
She like what I say and she likes that I'm bold
Wallet so fat bitch I can't even fold
That is what happens when you make the dough
Everyone watch me like their favorite show
Don't need glasses cause I'm a spectacle
You don't wanna walk a mile in my shoes
You're not prepared for all the shit that I do
You couldn't even last a day let alone two
Some of the shit that I deal with is cruel
Still, like an icicle I'm keeping my cool
Ya'll some fools you don't even got a clue
That's why I can't fuck with you goons
Stick with my dawgs we together like glue
Now, I gotta set it straight
I cannot celebrate
Till' the beats are made
Can't be second place
I'm so cold, icicles are made
Now, I gotta set it straight
I cannot celebrate
Till' the beats are made
Can't be second place
I'm so cold, icicles are made
Going slow, I don't need it any faster
Need the boom bap, not the trap, yeah
I can see through the hats, you're a capper
Underground turtles you're a rat's son
I already told you what will happen
I have no choice but to blast you
Now I got my blaster
And its time blast shit, crashing, I'm rocking high fashion
You rocking whack shit, I can't be seen with you bastards
I need a new bitch, man I'm tired of the cappin'
I can't join your clique, I'm still rocking with my faction
It's like I'm stepping to plate the way I'm going batshit
How can I believe in fate the way it all went last year
I can't just sit and wait, and decay my life is flashing
All these beats that I made, so I can try out this rap shit
I was in the Benz, I'm a mess though
I am still the best, in the trench though
Love being Crisp, It's a bitch though
Think I need a hat, and a trench coat
Feel I need a whole disguise, just to get out of my mind
As much as I sit and try, I can't help but wish I was another guy
Then I remember who the fuck talking
It's Crispi, you'll see my tracks at an auction
No intention of ever stopping
No matter how hard this shit might get I promise
Always stay on track call me Thomas
Got some shit to prove so I flaunt it
Coldest album out so I shop it
Shivering to death ever since I went and dropped it
Now, I gotta set it straight
I cannot celebrate
Till' the beats are made
Can't be second place
I'm so cold, icicles are made
Now, I gotta set it straight
I cannot celebrate
Till' the beats are made
Can't be second place
I'm so cold, icicles are made
And I'm freezing
Gotta bundle up cause I'm changing the season
Cold wind blows on this beat bitch I'm breezing
Got a short temper so don't give me a reason
Powerful like Palpatine and bitch this is treason
Bitch I'm so sick like I'm spreading diseases
Don't take this away cause you know that I need it
Give me my credit for bars that I'm reading
Speak on a beat and you know that I'll eat it
Got the gun on my hip for the draw
Think I need some new eyes for all the shit that I saw
They're so burnt out from every time that I ball
Still keep my chin up and every time I stand tall
Always cold, so I put the ice in the drink
Ready for the cheers, lift it up and hear the clink
Drive around with so much cash, should be in a brinks
Your girl so hot, she wanna cool she wanna link
Nah I'm on a roll
This shit a game so just give me control
Bars have you standing there, shivering cold
She like what I say and she likes that I'm bold
Wallet so fat bitch I can't even fold
That is what happens when you make the dough
Everyone watch me like their favorite show
Don't need glasses cause I'm a spectacle
You don't wanna walk a mile in my shoes
You're not prepared for all the shit that I do
You couldn't even last a day let alone two
Some of the shit that I deal with is cruel
Still, like an icicle I'm keeping my cool
Ya'll some fools you don't even got a clue
That's why I can't fuck with you goons
Stick with my dawgs we together like glue
Now, I gotta set it straight
I cannot celebrate
Till' the beats are made
Can't be second place
I'm so cold, icicles are made
Now, I gotta set it straight
I cannot celebrate
Till' the beats are made
Can't be second place
I'm so cold, icicles are made
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Writer(s): Michael Depaolo
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