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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Memo600
Memo600
Vocals
Foogiano
Foogiano
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kwame Brown
Kwame Brown
Songwriter
Melvin Griffin
Melvin Griffin
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Koncept P
Koncept P
Producer
YBP
YBP
Producer

Letras

Huh? Ayy, So Icy, nigga Glacier boy Glacier (It's Koncept P, the beat knockin') Ho, glacier Ice, ice, ice Real Zaza, nigga (yeah, nigga, two-hundred-fifty) Huh? Huh? (Ho) I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga (trap, trap, trap) Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, nigga (flip) Tryna make the stick hit like a band Make you dance, nigga (grrah-grrah) I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga (ho) Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga (trap, trap, trap) Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, nigga (flip, flip) Tryna make the stick hit like a band Make you dance, nigga (grrah-grrah-grrah) I used to break them bags down and serve 'em out my mama house Now I'm sittin' here rappin' All these diamonds in my mouth (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice) Think I might just freeze the mic Every word I say is cold (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice) It's the 17, you know we always winnin' checked the score If I was a animal, might be a tiger for my stripes Better yet, might be a polar bear 'cause I Got all this ice (ice, ice, ice, ice, ice) And that ice, it like to fight, diamonds hittin' just like Mike I was in the trenches every day, was gettin' all their packs All these sucker niggas rappin' sucker shit, can't go for that (ho) If I was a superhero, powers would be ice attack Put my neck, wrist and my mouth together, it's a ice attack (ice) And that Backwood, it too big Can't hear that bullshit that you sayin' I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga (trap, trap, trap) Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash, nigga (flip) Tryna make the stick hit like a band Make you dance, nigga (grrah-grrah) I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga (ho, six-o) Used to be a hustlin'-ass Trappin'-ass nigga (trap, trap, trap, steve drive) Get them bands and flip 'em Makin' back that cash, nigga (flip, flip, steve drive Steve drive) Tryna make the stick hit like a band Make you dance, nigga (grrah-grrah-grrah) Fuck security (fuck 'em) I walk 'round with my ah-choo on me (ah-choo) With all my jewelry (bling) Told that boy good luck you shoot at me These niggas new to me (bap-bap) Memo six-o on this foogi' beat That bitch go blaow Never sold drugs, don't know how (uh-uh) Run up on me, 40 cal' Pussy, better duck yo' child I heard they froze (get down) Pay him ten to take his soul (get down) Von had yo' bitch in the O (really?) Rio sent that load on boats (za) Don't think it's sweet (at all) I'll make sure my killers'll eat (play ball) Better not catch that boy on feet Thot lil' bitch and she a freak (bop) Used to be with hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass niggas (yeah) Now I'm with some killers that be clappin' at you niggas Never hung around the goofy cappin' ass niggas 'cause I'm a I'm a pistol totin', diamond dancin', rappin'-ass nigga Used to be a hustlin'-ass, trappin'-ass nigga (trap trap, trap) Get them bands and flip 'em, makin' back that cash-
Writer(s): Paul Alejandro Penso, Kwame Khalil Brown, Ryan Joseph Youngblood, Melvin Griffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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