CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : ICED OUT
[Intro]
Look
Yeah, y'all niggas know what type time of time we on, nine-five, shit
It's that Nina fever get you repeater
Look, ha-ha, listen (8-8-800 Hertz)
[Chorus]
Send a [?] to my enemies, turn an opp to a memory
Unload the clip, [?]
I put my .30 to the party, I put VVS in my Carti's
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, she a pain in my body
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it
[Verse 1]
I said, "Fuck it"
It is what it is, he dead, now come and do something
If I can't get my Nina in the party, that's the end of the function (Grrt)
Bad bitches, let 'em rub it
If she a ten, then I'm comin'
Make a movie with this .45, like Nick Cannon, I am drummin' (Bow, bow)
Look, put a price on his head, [?]
Look, if I call up my demons, then I'm [?]
I'm 6-O's and I'm rollin'
Pledge of allegiance, no pretendin'
For a V, yeah, I'm bendin'
If you need a pole, I'ma lend it, if he fuck with opps, I'ma end him
[Brigde]
I just iced out my wrist (My wrist), iced out my neck (My neck), then iced out your bitch (Your bitch, look)
I just iced out my wrist, iced out my neck, then iced out your bitch
[Chorus]
Send a [?] to my enemies, turn an opp to a memory
Unload the clip, [?]
I put my .30 to the party, I put VVS in my Carti's
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, she a pain in my body
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it
[Verse 2]
Send the nigga to the lord, let 'em speak to his maker
And I've been smokin' good weed (Good weed), straight from Jamaica
And I've been stackin' my chips, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout my paper
And I came with my grips, 6-O's, we the neighbor (Hood)
[Brigde]
I just iced out my wrist, iced out my neck, then iced out your bitch
I just iced out my wrist, iced out my neck, then iced out your bitch
[Chorus]
Send a [?] to my enemies, turn an opp to a memory
Unload the clip, [?]
I put my .30 to the party, I put VVS in my Carti's
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, she a pain in my body
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it
Look
Yeah, y'all niggas know what type time of time we on, nine-five, shit
It's that Nina fever get you repeater
Look, ha-ha, listen (8-8-800 Hertz)
[Chorus]
Send a [?] to my enemies, turn an opp to a memory
Unload the clip, [?]
I put my .30 to the party, I put VVS in my Carti's
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, she a pain in my body
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it
[Verse 1]
I said, "Fuck it"
It is what it is, he dead, now come and do something
If I can't get my Nina in the party, that's the end of the function (Grrt)
Bad bitches, let 'em rub it
If she a ten, then I'm comin'
Make a movie with this .45, like Nick Cannon, I am drummin' (Bow, bow)
Look, put a price on his head, [?]
Look, if I call up my demons, then I'm [?]
I'm 6-O's and I'm rollin'
Pledge of allegiance, no pretendin'
For a V, yeah, I'm bendin'
If you need a pole, I'ma lend it, if he fuck with opps, I'ma end him
[Brigde]
I just iced out my wrist (My wrist), iced out my neck (My neck), then iced out your bitch (Your bitch, look)
I just iced out my wrist, iced out my neck, then iced out your bitch
[Chorus]
Send a [?] to my enemies, turn an opp to a memory
Unload the clip, [?]
I put my .30 to the party, I put VVS in my Carti's
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, she a pain in my body
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it
[Verse 2]
Send the nigga to the lord, let 'em speak to his maker
And I've been smokin' good weed (Good weed), straight from Jamaica
And I've been stackin' my chips, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout my paper
And I came with my grips, 6-O's, we the neighbor (Hood)
[Brigde]
I just iced out my wrist, iced out my neck, then iced out your bitch
I just iced out my wrist, iced out my neck, then iced out your bitch
[Chorus]
Send a [?] to my enemies, turn an opp to a memory
Unload the clip, [?]
I put my .30 to the party, I put VVS in my Carti's
And we ain't sippin' no Bacardi, she a pain in my body
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it, up it, up it
Up it, up it, up it
I said I call my Suvy to up (Tell 'em to up it)
Up it
