ICED OUT lyrics
by F1LTHY
(Oh sh*t, is that Filip?)
(Wake up, F1lthy)
(Oh my god, Platna)
(Press will turn me up, boy)
(Verses: Lil Daze)
I got that ice on my wrist, I got that ice on my wrist
Purple cup boutta fresh, purple cup boutta fresh
Oh sh*t, it's so lit, lit like gasoline
You can’t manage sh*t
305, lil' b*tch
Bombing with the Brixton Bullies
You wanna kill? Can do it
Me and F1lthy go stupid
I gotta bomb me some bullets
Your b*tch scared like Scooby
I always go with hoodies
Them opps bodies are goodies
Yo, bridging them both
You wanna know but I don't know
Yeah, grand size Jumbo
Shut up like you are Trumbo
Your b*tch ain’t that intelligent
Look how I am, excellent
We eating good like a delicatе
Shut up, irrelevant
This a freestyle, you gеtting free-styled
The fire spreads, unclean aisle
Images in my head like decals, I'm not falling off like the Kyle
Flow so fast like I run miles
Ice on my neck, ice on my files
Get that activity, we go to trial
Shut the f*ck up, we are bombing tonight