CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Feelin’ Like Icewood
Antt did the track
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
b*t*h, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods
It’s Lil Blade to the boy on the chain
I been that n***a, ain’t sh*t changed
In a white Range and the ice chain
Come and f**k with me, I bet your life change
Boss up or get bossed on
We in the same sh*t, but mine cost more
What, you stacked up? [...]
My lips blue, all this frost on it
Next time, see your b*t*h stare
That petty sh*t what my b*t*h wear
Your sh*t cheap like your b*t*h hair
I talk sh*t like I’m Ric Flair
Prince of the D, I’m a young boss
Follow me home, you gon’ get lost
Your rent money what my fit cost
Your life, n***a, what my kit cost
All eyes on me when I walk through
Five-hun on my feet when I walk too
Stop houndin’ your b*t*h, she sick of lames
You a broke n***a, she wanna boss too
Come roll with a n***a, count stacks with me
f**k it up, hit Saks with me
Took a loss, but I’m back, silly
Dropped a new watch, but that b*t*h diddly
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
b*t*h, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods
4-1
Mink on in the club, b*t*h, I feel like Blade
Shooters ‘round me with them snugs, b*t*h, I feelin’ made
Money I generate, so bad hoes I penetrate
Detroit, tell these fake phony rap-n***as that they in the way
My record label spelled in diamonds on the diamond-link
Made moves that would’ve got me time for a time-piece
Shoes cost a nickel, and it’s pended by the Dom sheets
Your cloudy stones grey, mine’s white like I got mines bleached
Your b*t*h flirtin’ with the n***a like she want the D
So, she can scratch “f**k with a boss” off her bucket list
When I got the jewels on, boy, that’s ‘bout a hun- a strip
I see your jewels and think to myself, what the f**k is this? n***a
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
b*t*h, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
b*t*h, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods
It’s Lil Blade to the boy on the chain
I been that n***a, ain’t sh*t changed
In a white Range and the ice chain
Come and f**k with me, I bet your life change
Boss up or get bossed on
We in the same sh*t, but mine cost more
What, you stacked up? [...]
My lips blue, all this frost on it
Next time, see your b*t*h stare
That petty sh*t what my b*t*h wear
Your sh*t cheap like your b*t*h hair
I talk sh*t like I’m Ric Flair
Prince of the D, I’m a young boss
Follow me home, you gon’ get lost
Your rent money what my fit cost
Your life, n***a, what my kit cost
All eyes on me when I walk through
Five-hun on my feet when I walk too
Stop houndin’ your b*t*h, she sick of lames
You a broke n***a, she wanna boss too
Come roll with a n***a, count stacks with me
f**k it up, hit Saks with me
Took a loss, but I’m back, silly
Dropped a new watch, but that b*t*h diddly
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
b*t*h, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods
4-1
Mink on in the club, b*t*h, I feel like Blade
Shooters ‘round me with them snugs, b*t*h, I feelin’ made
Money I generate, so bad hoes I penetrate
Detroit, tell these fake phony rap-n***as that they in the way
My record label spelled in diamonds on the diamond-link
Made moves that would’ve got me time for a time-piece
Shoes cost a nickel, and it’s pended by the Dom sheets
Your cloudy stones grey, mine’s white like I got mines bleached
Your b*t*h flirtin’ with the n***a like she want the D
So, she can scratch “f**k with a boss” off her bucket list
When I got the jewels on, boy, that’s ‘bout a hun- a strip
I see your jewels and think to myself, what the f**k is this? n***a
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
b*t*h, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods
