So Icy Lyrics by Pooh Shiesty ft. K Shiday is latest English song with music also given by Dat Boi Squeeze & 30 Roc. So Icy song lyrics are written by Pooh Shiesty, K Shiday.
So Icy Song Detail
Singer: Pooh Shiesty, K Shiday
Composer: Dat Boi Squeeze, 30 Roc
Lyrics by: Pooh Shiesty, K Shiday
So Icy Pooh Shiesty ft. K Shiday
(SpiffoMadeIt, bi**h)
My lil’ ni**a turned into a rat, so it’s fu** what we was
You ni**as gon’ keep it honest, we tellin’ lies to the judge
Car hoppin’, we servin’ junkies, come through slow, we shootin’ it up
We got dirty sticks up in this GMC, shots out a moving truck
I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like how it fuzz
Fu**in’ groupie bi**hes chasin’ clout, they tryna ride my buzz
Ayy, who the fu** is buddy ‘nem? Them lil’ ni**as ain’t come with us
1017, So Icy Summer, get down or come run with us (So Icy), brr
I’m an animal, I promise it won’t take long (It won’t take long)
I bake a cake, he beat it up, I think he King Kong (Think he King Kong)
Spend that money, get that bread, you know what he on (Sheesh)
Patty cake, go back and forth just like a ping pong (Baow, baow)
And you know me, I’m with the team, make it spread, 1017
Is a bird gon’ sink or swim? Trade your hoodrat for a gem
You need chocolate, M&Ms, dirty dancin’ in the lens
I be settin’ all the trends, money heist, call me Berlin
My lil’ ni**a turned into a rat, so it’s fu** what we was
You ni**as gon’ keep it honest, we tellin’ lies to the judge
Car hoppin’, we servin’ junkies, come through slow, we shootin’ it up
We got dirty sticks up in this GMC, shots out a moving truck
I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like how it fuzz
Fu**in’ groupie bi**hes chasin’ clout, they tryna ride my buzz
Ayy, who the fu** is buddy ‘nem? Them lil’ ni**as ain’t come with us
1017, So Icy Summer, get down or come run with us, brr
Extortion, that what keep us paid, trappin’ hard just to make a way
Two bodies, one dirty K, burn the car, ain’t no switchin’ plates
Them straight eights how we get away, do the dash, watch me shake the jakes
Bad bi**hes, expensive taste, all my hoes got a hundred K
Or better
Ho talkin’ ’bout she gon’ post me on Monday, I just might let her
Gucci came, got to certify, he knew I was a stepper
Ni**a thinkin’ shit cool, up with this chopper and watch me melt him
Ayy, we might cash out with the plug and double back before we mail ’em
My lil’ ni**a turned into a rat, so it’s fu** what we was
You ni**as gon’ keep it honest, we tellin’ lies to the judge
Car hoppin’, we servin’ junkies, come through slow, we shootin’ it up
We got dirty sticks up in this GMC, shots out a moving truck
I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like how it fuzz
Fu**in’ groupie bi**hes chasin’ clout, they tryna ride my buzz
Ayy, who the fu** is buddy ‘nem? Them lil’ ni**as ain’t come with us
1017, So Icy Summer, get down or come run with us, brr