AraabMuzik, Black Soprano Family and OT The Real - Ice Baby
Bro got a body, he got caught with the shotty that he cut the nose off
Sink in the head, made him give up they bread, then told him to start strippin' they clothes off
Then he let off on them both, dawg, sawed off, did him so wrong
They both died in they bro's arms like they was dancin' to a slow song
That's your man and you ridin' for him, but is you really down to go for him?
Leave freezin' in the snow for him, is that the loyalty you shown for him, huh?
Well the forecast said a coke storm, twin barrels and they both warm
Little bro walk up on him so calm, hit in the head, hit in the head
Hit in the head, hit in the head, then I'ma send him to Brad
Brody got sent to the feds, but I know they wish that they sent me instead
I got some things that I'm never gon' say I say that shit when I'm dead
See you in hell if I see you in jail you goin' straight to the med unit
Lifelight Now my trap stay on like a nightlight
Anybody gets gone for the right price, and my shit so drawn, what's your life like?
Cause I'm stayin' with a pot full of white, white
And I just dropped a dot and it's nice, nice
And you know I gotta hit it with the ice like
Ice, ice, baby, yeah
Ice, ice, baby, let's go
I been sellin' cracks since I was 17, buildin' my phone and collectin' my fiends
He told me my smith and wesson was clean, but it had more bodies than Fannin' O'Lean
Twistin' biscotti in trenches with beans, all in the gun, I ain't mentionin' names
All I'ma say is your man be okay, if he was just kept in his lane
I had a plug, we was gettin' it in, homie got booked, I ain't heard from him since
He was on fire from everything lit I think he's tryin' to protect me from it
Kid come from hustlers and murderers' kids, but most of us been around murderers' kids
Now they outside and they murderin' kids All I'm doin' to murderers' kids
Hit in the head, hit in the head, then I'ma send him to Brad
Brody got sent to the feds, but I know they wish that they sent me instead
I got some things that I'm never gon' say I say that shit when I'm dead
See you in hell if I see you in jail you goin' straight to the med unit
Lifelight Now my trap stay on like a nightlight
Anybody gets gone for the right price, and my shit so drawn, what's your life like?
Cause I'm stayin' with a pot full of white, white
And I just dropped a dot and it's nice, nice
And you know I gotta hit it with the ice like
Ice, ice, baby, yeah
Ice, ice, baby, let's go
Written by:
Abraham Orellana, Stephen P. Odell
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