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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bas
Bas
Vocals
Johnny Venus
Johnny Venus
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Abbas Hamad
Abbas Hamad
Songwriter
Eian Parker
Eian Parker
Songwriter
Michael Holmes
Michael Holmes
Songwriter
Olu Fann
Olu Fann
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DZL
DZL
Producer

Lyrics

It's Ice Cold (Ice Code) Bitches, no problem, you see how they squad up I got 40 deep at the telly Block, it got hotter, my nigga got caught up I told him, "Just reach for your celly" I'm in the bank and I go to the office Bitch, I don't go speak to no teller (gangsta Grillz, DJ Drama) That bitch a fed, she gon' tell it I got a black with Nutella I feel like white macadamia, I'm just a player, I can't do no better Bitch, it ain't shit you could tell us Copped the V and it's Aquafina inside, same color Tapatío in time Seen Bassy grow, now I'm in prime Seen Bassy glow, now I'm in Times Square Look at me, you might find what you get If you had taken your time there Going all next summer, still on my climb No longer wonder what I might find Rather cherish how my niggas tell it 50K, I take 'em all to Paris 60K, I take 'em all to Georgia Life's a bitch, but I still bought her roses For the still breathin' and for all she showed us Bless the burdens 'cause they broaden my shoulders Got God in my corner Comin' in clear, some orange tones I know haters abundant, I don't feel 'em none I been numb to them niggas like Cortisone Bassy the builder, the cornerstone If my nigga in a jam, I put a hundred bands up Ain't servin' underhand Loyalty, that's all we need, they'll never understand us They'll never understand How do you save a man from himself? You gon' need help (woo) You gon' need 'Bron, you gon' need Jada, you gon' need Phelps (David) Summer breeze, the summer beach The release get hit, the bricks is stacked Oh, you's a rider, don't get jacked That zuzu life, you new to that So if my nigga in a jam, I bet the gun won't jam up If they ask me who the shooter, then we all gon' stand up Then I pull off on my warrior, the ground don't be the cup If you kill 'em, got to kill me too, and that's what we call love Oh, shit, huh Got our eyes on that kid He could die any minute, and he ride for the city, ooh (yeah) He worried 'bout no bitch Got the clip in his lap, and he ride with the Remi, oh (yeah) Mama tried to pray for the baby, But the baby goin' crazy and the baby gon' spread ya, yeah Claimin' you a thug You a gangster, and you ride with a killers, but it ain't one with you Try me, I send the ocean to your city (oh) Show me just where you're broke and let me kiss it (ha) Here go my shoulder if you need a visit Touch him, I'll be there within 15 minutes Go in, I'll be reaching at your throat, yeah (oh, yeah) I'm a big bad wolf to the fuckin' goat, yeah (oh, yeah) OZ if they really want the smoke, oh (oh, yeah) Rabbit, baby girl, it ain't the toe If my nigga in a jam, I put a hundred bands up Ain't servin' underhand Loyalty, that's all we need, they'll never understand us They'll never understand This just the warning Don't make us drop the atomic bomb Welcome to D-Day
Writer(s): Abbas Hamad, Olu Fann, Eian Parker, Michael Holmes Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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