Icy Girl [Remix]

Icy Girl [Remix]
Remember it was dark now I'm the star that's shining brightly
I be doing me, don't give a f*** if you don't like it
Just don't think it's sweet before you be up on a white tee
Balling on 'em, checking shit, it's like I'm signed to Nike
Want it, then I cop it, it don't matter if it's pricey
And this good dick got my bitch acting feisty
If she cap too hard I might start feeling Ray Rice-y
Headed to the top and ni***, failing is unlikely
They like 'you gon' take it, huh?'
I told they ass precisely

I been waiting long, f*** I look like asking nicely
I'm T'd up cause I don't take that twin 'em shit lightly
I be in the streets so guns and hot cars excite me
You can catch me posted where the gangsters and the hypes be
Police steady flippin, got the block kinda spicey
I'm from 1300, we get money bitch we trap a lot
Keep that glizzy on me, always on me Ion' got to lie
Baby I'm lil' Polo, I pop pills and I cap a lot
If I ain't posted then I'm on the drill trying to catch an opp
Might slide on folks just to see how this FN sound
I got, like, thirty in this bitch, I'm letting off every round
Another tragic moment
Another dead child
Now it's graveyard
Bow your head down
I'm speeding fast back to the hood, bitch I'm set bound
Bro called me laughing like, 'you heard about that man down?'
They say too much, I laugh too, like 'nigga we don't play around'
Niggas be so with it until they get left on that damn ground
Very anti social, never been the type to bro a ni***
Cut off game strong, I'll act like I don't know a ni***
If it's beef, put him on TV, that's how we show a ni***
In Chiraq where ain't no thinking twice, we'll smoke a ni***
Starving in the slums, it don't get no fuc*** lower ni***
Anything can happen so you better hope Jehovah witness
Bullets like Kurt Angle, how they have a ni*** tapping out
So you bet not dangle or that hot shit bound to patch your scalp
Hotnem on hot shit, if Gucci say his name they blacking out
Used to play them sports, we just thugging hard and trapping now
Gang banging, drug dealing, and toting poles
Remember high nights on the sho', me and 40 Gang 10 toes
On that corner I'm a hustler, but I ain't one of the fo's
Shoot you, walk up, game face a ni***, keep his casket closed, bitch