Ice
Make a bitch freeze, I don't know about a breeze
Tryna answer all this beef, but I'm busy overseas
Don't need to call just to get her on her knees
Question mark text was enough, she a freak, yeah
Kill a five-pack of woods on a Wednesday
Off-white at the club, what that bitch say?
Sick of crowds, so I took her to me my BNB
Beat the box up, that's the last time she seeing me
You don't know the trade-offs
Sacrifices that I've made to pop off
I be working nine-to-nine, need a pill to cool off
Gang rolling up and I play them all my new songs
Hop out the whip, dressed like mafia
Got that good Ye, from Columbia
Fur coat on, took the wok to the club
With a bitch on my arm she from Bosnia
I'm feeling cold as ice
I'm not sober if I board the flight
Fuck a TSA, I'm nice
I'm feeling cold as ice (bitch)
Fuck a TSA, I'm nice
I could never trust a bitch, nah you got it twisted
I would never risk it, better drop the biscuit (drop it)
She got a man's now, but she know I'm different
She still sliding on the gram, nah, shorty's slipping
In the back room with like eight women
Stay sippin', I'm the what? No Febreeze, clean linen
Homie's crushing pills, don't know what it was even
Candy-flipping, backwards on stage, I'm sync lippin'
Feel like top ten, all the time I'm locked in (yeah)
They miss me back home, but I had better options (I did)
Wish you could see the sauce that I'm lost in
Nah, I couldn't put my dreams up for adoption
Smack the teacher, I'll make him shut it
Never sell my soul, bro, I'm not a puppet (nah)
I ain't even ask but she tryna suck it
Gave her half the pill, I'm a demon, fuck it
I'm feeling cold as ice
I'm not sober if I board the flight
Fuck a TSA, I'm nice
(Shano, listen)
They try to shake you down
See it all, but I never make a sound
I'm a clown if I let 'em know my next move
Bitch mad 'cause Shano not around, it's Shizzalo
Paranoid? Yeah, I'm prang
She just likes keeping up, she a fan
Circle tight, my homies and my fam (Southside)
Lot of y'all have beliefs, not a plan
But you need one, got options I could pick one
Stick to one? Nah, want 'em all, I'm a sick one
Your image ain't pierced, nah, it's clipped on
Fuck your drugs, your hoe's looking stepped on
Need a PJ 'cause I'm always slept on
Prodigal son, on a quest for them hit songs (listen)
Let 'em all go, fuck 'em, I don't need 'em
Baby, I'm him, but not today, another weekend (sorry)
Tryna answer all this beef, but I'm busy overseas
Don't need to call just to get her on her knees
Question mark text was enough, she a freak, yeah
Kill a five-pack of woods on a Wednesday
Off-white at the club, what that bitch say?
Sick of crowds, so I took her to me my BNB
Beat the box up, that's the last time she seeing me
You don't know the trade-offs
Sacrifices that I've made to pop off
I be working nine-to-nine, need a pill to cool off
Gang rolling up and I play them all my new songs
Hop out the whip, dressed like mafia
Got that good Ye, from Columbia
Fur coat on, took the wok to the club
With a bitch on my arm she from Bosnia
I'm feeling cold as ice
I'm not sober if I board the flight
Fuck a TSA, I'm nice
I'm feeling cold as ice (bitch)
Fuck a TSA, I'm nice
I could never trust a bitch, nah you got it twisted
I would never risk it, better drop the biscuit (drop it)
She got a man's now, but she know I'm different
She still sliding on the gram, nah, shorty's slipping
In the back room with like eight women
Stay sippin', I'm the what? No Febreeze, clean linen
Homie's crushing pills, don't know what it was even
Candy-flipping, backwards on stage, I'm sync lippin'
Feel like top ten, all the time I'm locked in (yeah)
They miss me back home, but I had better options (I did)
Wish you could see the sauce that I'm lost in
Nah, I couldn't put my dreams up for adoption
Smack the teacher, I'll make him shut it
Never sell my soul, bro, I'm not a puppet (nah)
I ain't even ask but she tryna suck it
Gave her half the pill, I'm a demon, fuck it
I'm feeling cold as ice
I'm not sober if I board the flight
Fuck a TSA, I'm nice
(Shano, listen)
They try to shake you down
See it all, but I never make a sound
I'm a clown if I let 'em know my next move
Bitch mad 'cause Shano not around, it's Shizzalo
Paranoid? Yeah, I'm prang
She just likes keeping up, she a fan
Circle tight, my homies and my fam (Southside)
Lot of y'all have beliefs, not a plan
But you need one, got options I could pick one
Stick to one? Nah, want 'em all, I'm a sick one
Your image ain't pierced, nah, it's clipped on
Fuck your drugs, your hoe's looking stepped on
Need a PJ 'cause I'm always slept on
Prodigal son, on a quest for them hit songs (listen)
Let 'em all go, fuck 'em, I don't need 'em
Baby, I'm him, but not today, another weekend (sorry)
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Writer(s): Shahan Khamooshian
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