(feat. K-Doe)


[Talking]

Ahhh, You now rockin' with the best (uh huh)

Ice Ice Ice (Icewood) let me clear my throat, Icewood!!!


[Verse 1: Blade Icewood]

I got the game on lock ya'll know my name

since the last time I dropped a whole lot done changed

I'm fresh up out the gutter man, the doors go up now

the hoes use to hate me, now they love my style

In New York they love my country slang

I'm from Detroit where niggas get rich off cane

don't be fooled, yeah I rap, but I'll bust your brain

Stomp your ass with these Icewood kicks.

Now I done, Stuck ya bitch niggas can't tell me shit

Louie straight out the cup your bitch all on my dick

she can't keep her eyes off my neck and wrist

I don't blame her she probably never seen no shit like this

you better get her, 'cause I love me a bitch that's thick

and I know she would love to get fucked in the six

If she a smoker, she probably love this Purple shit

Now she in the Trans, turn the sounds up so she can do my dance


[Hook x2]

We got the Game on Lock, Heat stay cocked

We got that work and we'll flood your block

We keep it crackin' over here baby, yeah

We keep it crackin' over here baby


[Verse 2: K-Doe]

It ain't hard to tell, shit I know you know by now

Dirty Glove run the town, rap, bricks, or pounds

Keep the strap real close, who say I'm doing the most

caught two heater cases still ride with the toast

but hey, I'm living in the Dirty D

and they really wanna get you when they nineteen a key, see

You ain't even on my level

when my voice hit the track niggas turning up the treble

son of a rebel, scoop work with a shovel

try to tell 'em, don't get slick you fuckin' with the devil

Yeah, and my mind ain't right, sometimes when I get bored

I just hop on a flight, get out of sight to a place where the bricks are white

And you don't gotta count it 'cause the cheese be right

If you knew what I knew

You probably get your shit together go and switch up your crew, yeah


[Hook x2]


[Verse 3: Blade Icewood]

I let my mag talk for me, my jag talk for me

my cash talk for me, yo, what up homie

talkin' that tough shit you really don't know me

these hating ass rap niggas so damn phony

I'm getting blowed in that seventy-two old

on spinning rims, word on the street I'm cold with the flow

gangsta, gangsta, I'll show you how to do it 

rims, twenty two inch, gems, looking blueish

I know I sound arrogant, but dogg I'm so rich

Original Chedda Boys, dogg and we run shit

selling out the hood like Master P

went to Gary, cashed out on that three tone masterpiece

with yellow diamonds, fine diamonds

square diamonds, round diamonds, been down for a while but I'm still shining

tried to cop that Bentley Coupe with the suede lining

but it's a 6-0-8, same color rims out the gate 


[Hook x2]