Ice ft. Brkf$t Lyrics

Its Mills Hoe

Swag on chill Mode

Keep my neck and wrist froze

Your Bitch Bad she get chose

Big Bags get those

Stack chips nachos

Mad cheese and guap more

Dripping sauce I'm hot hoe

Them niggas I'm not those

Trapper of the year wit mad flows

Treesh ya bitch mad cold

Have her turning tricks for bags and clothes

She just want love

Sorry baby I don't do hugs

I just slang dick and drugs

Q's and P's i came up from dubs

My trap open up

I'm hustling harder then half of these plugs

Move a P for the three ,you niggas at home just weighing up nuggets

You niggas not eating, not getting no bread

You niggas is leeching

My Shooter iss a Demon

Have your whole squad ducking and weaving

Don't know what you believe in

But me and my niggas we ball all season

Couple Racks on my wrist and that's just how we started the evening

Even if you had to heart to run up

You'll be ghost and ya mama be grieving

Flight One for Life Long As I'm Breathing

Now Ice Out My Wrist

And Freeze Up My Neck

Too Cold For These Lame Niggas

With All Disrespect

You niggas mess, You turn up for a bitch

I turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex

No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best

Now Ice Out My Wrist

And Freeze Up My Neck

Too Cold For These Lame Niggas

With All Disrespect

You niggas mess, You turn up for a bitch

I turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex

No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best

Tell me what's next

New rolex big diamond on top of my neck

Foot out the lex

Look like Jigga ninety six in front the projects

Just cover my bets

Make sure its money line

Home runs all through the summertime

Catch me to the winter where my fits shaper than a porcupine

On the grind , Sixteen hours outta the day, stack up before I go away

Just landed time to light up a jay

V.I.P ten bottles of ace

I just met her now she tryna get ate

I'll be in room 201 knock twice later we could cut to the chase

Turnpike got a trunk full when I drop it off they smoke every night

Before I leave they hit me a hundred times to bring it back if you play it right

You could make six figures simple

All you gotta worry bout is the cops and the boys that'll probably snitch too

Dont forget about the killers waiting for a slip up so they can catch you with pistol

We aint gotta worry bout nun of that cause all my soldiers trained to shoot them missile

According to the daily news all my young dudes bullets bout as long as pencil

Outta town sliding in a rental

Sledge hammer giving out permanent dimples

Smoking barrel by your temple

Now Ice Out My Wrist

And Freeze Up My Neck

Too Cold For These Lame Niggas

With All Disrespect

You niggas mess, You turn up for a bitch

I turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex

No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best

Now Ice Out My Wrist

And Freeze Up My Neck

Too Cold For These Lame Niggas

With All Disrespect

You niggas mess, You turn up for a bitch

I turn up for a check, Now Watch How I Flex

No Matter The Weather I ball with The Best