​icy boy lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Cloudboys
Yeah, uh
Okay
Plottin' and schemin', you know that I be on the lock on the product
Plottin' and schemin', you need it, you hit me, you know it I got it
Sippin' on syrup and soda, I'm leanin' and smokin' that ganja
I'd probably go undefeated and send your ass straight to the coffin, you know
Blowin' that paper and blowin' a O
Smellin' like dope
You ain't talkin' money then you gotta go
Sippin' a four
Ice on my wrist and that ice on my lobes
I'm in the kitchen, I beat it, I get it, I'm whippin' the house to a O

[Verse]
I'm water whippin', I'm smokin' a swish' and I'm f*ckin' yo' b*tch
I'm at the trap and we countin' this money and she prolly suckin' the di*k
Rollin' the swisher, got drank in my cup and that new .45 on my hip
Poppin' these bottles and gettin' this money, I swear to God I’m the culprit
Shooters on shooters, got bullets on bullets, got clips upon clips
Oli be ballin' and all of these hoes, they be callin' me young Richie Rich
She all on my di*k
Ice in my earlobe and ice on my wrist
I hit the stage, when I hit the stage, boy, I’m so off the sh*ts
I'm feelin' myself
Feelin' like spending a bill on myself
Sippin' on syrup, I'm spendin' this money, I swear I be killin' myself
It's killin' my health
My lifestyle is certainly ain't killin' my wealth
I'm movin' in stealth
Gucci and Louis, Ferragamo Belt
My money long
She suck on my di*k, I be rippin' the bong
She singin' my songs
All of your b*tches be singin' along
I gave her the dong
Pull up or run up, I'm doin' you wrong
We can't get along
Rollin' that blunt and that [?]
[Outro]
Yeah
All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always
f*ckin' with the set, boy, you can learn the hard way
I got the fiends linin' up down the hallway
I been servin' hard, sippin' lean like all day
All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always
f*ckin' with the set, boy, you can learn the hard way
I got the fiends linin' up down the hallway
I be servin' hard, sippin lean like all day