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Big Scarr - SoIcyBoyz 2 (feat. Pooh Shiesty, Foogiano & Tay Keith) [Official Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Programming
Big Scarr
Big Scarr
Vocals
Foogiano
Foogiano
Vocals
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alexander Woods
Alexander Woods
Songwriter
Brytavious Chambers
Brytavious Chambers
Songwriter
Kwame Khalil Brown
Kwame Khalil Brown
Songwriter
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tay Keith
Tay Keith
Producer
Devin Ortiz
Devin Ortiz
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
Daniel Rowland
Daniel Rowland
Mastering Engineer

Songteksten

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up! SoIcyBoy, brrt, brrt Uh, brrt, let's go, let's go, let's go (let's go) Yeah, uh, big brrt Yeah, brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt Let's go, let's go Pooh, they must know with the Glock and gon' ride Pour up a four in the pineapple snap Life like a movie, I'm flippin' through chapters In 17 months, I done turned to a rapper Said he want the smoke, now his folks lightin' candles She brought her friend, give a fuck 'bout the past Have you broad daylight toe tagged, we whack 'em End of the day, buyin' new guns, wе active Big booty bitch, from the back, make it tap Brand new hundred, two stick, can't count Pop a lil' Perc' while I'm tryna relapse Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap Drac' in my pants, now I walk with a limp When I'm feelin' offended, I'm takin' it out This is a robbery, better not move Start strippin' 'em naked, I'm shakin' 'em down I love performin' with hoes on stage I just be pickin' bitches out the crowd Laser on the Glocks, no throwaways We shoot to kill, gettin' shot in style I done got rich, now a lot of niggas nervous (they mad) And I just been with a sister named Curry Shootin' on the court Had them young niggas perishin' (they perishin') I can draw back, cut his life short early (cut early, cut early, yup) Fix a nigga's ass with the choppa like a surgeon Remember I was broke takin' baths in detergent Now these red-bottoms bleedin' on My feet like a virgin (like a virgin) I could still sell a 'bow at the store by Curry Shots get pumped, yeah, a nigga, put the word in Call about some P's, I'ma get to it, urgent Young rich nigga, yeah, you know I'm still servin' I ain't gotta took no money out of my deal Nigga, been gettin' to it, now we just gettin' noticed And we still in the hood on the green box posted Settin' up shop every day, we open If you on some dangerous shit, I'll promote it If we wasn't slidin', we probably was scopin' I got a play, you just gotta be cool Give me some time, let me put it in motion And you know they look up to slimy lil' dude It ain't none but one of me, you niggas bogus Uh, you niggas bogus, yup, yup I done came up, hoes sayin' I'm cocky Thirty bad hoes in the hotel lobby Water drippin' off me like a Section 8 faucet Poppin' my shit, all my hoes say I'm toxic (too cocky) James Harden step back, hit 'em with the rocket Still wake up in the hood with them Hittas with the spotty Cut my choppa, bullets soundin' like Kyrie My bitch quit school, now she rich off Forex Niggas talkin' down on me, hate it, I ignore it Supercharged Dodge, hit the gas, yeah, floor it Talk down, I'ma hit you in the eye like Floyd Too much drip, take a bitch overboard, uh Drip, splash So Icy, So Icy, gang Yup, yup Ho, yeah, I get your main bitch spinnin' like a windmill So much ice, you walk by, you get a wind chill Yeah, they call me Big Foog, you know I do a big drill I ain't do a drive-by, bitch, I did a standstill Shout out to Big Wop, boy, I got a big deal Yeah, I got the big drip, bitches call me big spill Boy, don't call me dangerous if you don't like a bad peel Boy, I killed the main opp, know that that's a big kill Caught the pussy nigga slippin', yeah, that was a free kill (hoe) Know I pour a four up with the mud, I had to break the seal Disrespect the mob, and yeah, hollow bullet he gon' feel (hoe) From the corner, niggas know I'm good just like Bradley Bea In the kitchen, beat the bowl just like Betty If I said it, pussy boy, don't forget it (hoe) I'm direct, I never send you a message (no) I'll kill him and you 'bout to feel I (hoe) Pull up with a stick, niggas know I got a hundred rounds Choppas hit and make ya break dance, call you Bobby Brown (hoe) Double R, Choppa Gang and the mob'll hunt you down (hoe) We gon' dump his ass in the lake, ain't no bodies found (hoe) Pussy ass nigga Y'all can't fuck with us, hoe Hoe, hoe Foog
Writer(s): Radric Delantic Davis, Kwame Khalil Brown, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Alexander Woods, Lontrell Dennell Williams Jr. Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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