Ice lyrics

[Verse: Icewear Vezzo & Takeoff]
...tryna turnt some (Brrt)
Big gang in my city, I press buttons and don't talk about it
I ain't never been the type of n*gga to tell a b*tch about my business
But I tell you it's about a hundred K or more dropped up on this Richie (Richie)
Not to mention these chrome heart jeans with the patches, sh*t expensive (Chrome heart)
I made that b*tch give me brain, no dental, then I go play with her mental
Yeah, put twenty fours on my Lambo
Pop my trunk to fix my engine (Skrrt)
These hoes be tweakin'
This B.M. tryna f*ck but she be in my mentions (Hmm)
Hunnid rounds, got [?] in that drac, it's extensions (Ba-boaw)
F&N, and F&H, they twins, look like twixes (Twins)
n*ggas talkin' that ra-ra, go in they chin, crinch 'em
Known to hang a n*gga by his neck, lynch man (Lynch 'em)
Servin' that chicken like churches, get you a biscuit, come get a (Shh)
Don't play with the gang, I'm payin' a ticket, sh*t gon' get wicked (Wicked)

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Takeoff]
Yeah, icy (f*ck n*gga)
Icy (pus*y)
This b*tch icy (Icy)
Ice (Ice)
Icy
b*tch we icy
Ice...