Tay G - Ice Cold Lyrics

Ice cold
I’m ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Ice cold
I’m ice cold
I’ve cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Lamborghinis and yachts
And an audemar watch
That’s shit that I done been in
Just cause I was with some niggas stacking our dividends
But damn I need a spot to live in
Cause this ain’t just the type of neighborhood you raise a kid in
All these niggas trying to fit in
If these niggas quote, unquote who get it
Then I’m bout to have a field day taking over shit then
Just cutting off the split ends
Blazed niggas 02, oh you get it now
I send my people, them reapers’ll catch you sitting down
We never sleep and we always keeping that shit around
That shit that blitto blow when that window down
Like Pac I Get Around
Round we go, round we go, round we go
He never found me dope
I guess we even cause his people never found him though
That’s why I’m below below
Underneath underneath, under under
Cause niggas be police on the undercover
No badge and they ain’t on the force
They just hoes in they heart, they ain’t got no choice, they ain’t got no choice
Bear furs and beaver pelts
Lox and felt, jump in that ostrich belt (ugh)
V neck like a guinea wop
In the stretch wearing Fennec Fox
Rolex taking Henny shots
Sheep wool in my linen socks
In lynx slippers
And just think winter’s here Im tryna feel mink nigga
Ice cold
Im ice cold
Ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Ice cold
Im ice cold
Ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Stacks of the money, never change for it
Mirror table with the caine on it
Verá Wangs with the chain glowing
Baggettes and jets, techs and flamethrowers
150 for the cash op
Just put the money in the cash box
Mac 12 in the stash spot
Violating like a flag dropped
Hungry nigga from a place where
The babysitter smoking weed at the daycare
Them crazy niggas down the street from me ain’t care
Let that thing ring in the broad day player
You do the math, you’ll see it’s adding up
Smoke a fatty, get the cadi cut
Roof gone windows still tinted
So them pussies never get a chance to see who in it
And how they gone do that
When it’s gangsters all in this bitch
AK on my lap, I’ll paint the wall in that bitch
Im an ape and all of that shit
If the pay involved in that shit
A & Rin that shit
I ain’t playing songs in that bitch
So when you come, come situated
I represent the Gangster Business Nation
Whole box, 50 sweets
Whole block, courtesy of me
Sold rocks, I was 23
I guess that was my Jordan years
Double champ, high performance years
Cause that’s when I was pouring the cheers
Make the whole game belly flop
Everybody love it when you Fetti Wap
Everybody love it when your life gold
Until you fall off get the right Shoulder (it’s, it’s)
Ice cold
Im ice cold
Ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Ice cold
Im ice cold
Ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold

Ice cold
I’m ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Ice cold
I’m ice cold
I’ve cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Lamborghinis and yachts
And an audemar watch
That’s shit that I done been in
Just cause I was with some niggas stacking our dividends
But damn I need a spot to live in
Cause this ain’t just the type of neighborhood you raise a kid in
All these niggas trying to fit in
If these niggas quote, unquote who get it
Then I’m bout to have a field day taking over shit then
Just cutting off the split ends
Blazed niggas 02, oh you get it now
I send my people, them reapers’ll catch you sitting down
We never sleep and we always keeping that shit around
That shit that blitto blow when that window down
Like Pac I Get Around
Round we go, round we go, round we go
He never found me dope
I guess we even cause his people never found him though
That’s why I’m below below
Underneath underneath, under under
Cause niggas be police on the undercover
No badge and they ain’t on the force
They just hoes in they heart, they ain’t got no choice, they ain’t got no choice
Bear furs and beaver pelts
Lox and felt, jump in that ostrich belt (ugh)
V neck like a guinea wop
In the stretch wearing Fennec Fox
Rolex taking Henny shots
Sheep wool in my linen socks
In lynx slippers
And just think winter’s here Im tryna feel mink nigga
Ice cold
Im ice cold
Ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Ice cold
Im ice cold
Ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Stacks of the money, never change for it
Mirror table with the caine on it
Verá Wangs with the chain glowing
Baggettes and jets, techs and flamethrowers
150 for the cash op
Just put the money in the cash box
Mac 12 in the stash spot
Violating like a flag dropped
Hungry nigga from a place where
The babysitter smoking weed at the daycare
Them crazy niggas down the street from me ain’t care
Let that thing ring in the broad day player
You do the math, you’ll see it’s adding up
Smoke a fatty, get the cadi cut
Roof gone windows still tinted
So them pussies never get a chance to see who in it
And how they gone do that
When it’s gangsters all in this bitch
AK on my lap, I’ll paint the wall in that bitch
Im an ape and all of that shit
If the pay involved in that shit
A & Rin that shit
I ain’t playing songs in that bitch
So when you come, come situated
I represent the Gangster Business Nation
Whole box, 50 sweets
Whole block, courtesy of me
Sold rocks, I was 23
I guess that was my Jordan years
Double champ, high performance years
Cause that’s when I was pouring the cheers
Make the whole game belly flop
Everybody love it when you Fetti Wap
Everybody love it when your life gold
Until you fall off get the right Shoulder (it’s, it’s)
Ice cold
Im ice cold
Ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold
Ice cold
Im ice cold
Ice cold
Man nigga I’m ice cold