SHANO - Ice Lyrics

Make a bitch freeze, I don't know about a breeze
Tryna answer all this beef but I'm busy overseas
Don't need to call just to get her on her knees
Question mark text was enough, she a freak
Kill a 5-pack of woods on a Wednesday
Off white at the club, what that bitch say?
Sick of crowds so I took her to me my Bnb
Beat the box up, that's the last time she seeing me
You don't know the trade-offs
Sacrifices that I've made to pop off
I be working 9 to 9, need a pill to cool off
Gang rolling up and I play them all my new songs
Hop out the whip, dressed like mafia
Got that good Ye, from Columbia
Fur coat on, took the wok to the club
With a bitch on my arm she from bosnia

I'm feeling cold as Ice
I'm not sober if I board the flight
F*ck a TSA, I'm nice
I'm feeling cold as Ice
I'm not sober if I board the flight
F*ck a TSA, I'm nice

I could never trust a bitch, nah you got it twisted
I would never risk it, better drop the biscuit
She got a man's now, but she know I'm different
She still sliding on the gram, nah, shorty's slipping
In the back room with like eight women
Stay sippin, I'm the what? No Febreeze, clean linen
Homie's crushing pills, don't know what it was even
Candy-flipping, backwards on stage
I'm sync lippin'
Feel like top ten, all the time I'm locked in
They miss me back home but I had better options
Wish you could see the sauce that I'm lost in
Nah I couldn't put my dreams up for adoption
Smack the teacher, I'll make him shut it
Never sell my soul, bro I'm not a puppet
I ain't even ask but she tryna suck it
Gave her half the pill, I'm a demon, f*ck it

I'm feeling cold as Ice
I'm not sober if I board the flight
F*ck a TSA, I'm nice

They try to shake you down
See it all but I never make a sound
I'm a clown if I let em' know my next move
Bitch mad cuz Shano not around, it's Shizzalo
Paranoid? Yeah, I'm pran
She just likes keeping up, she a fan
Circle tight, my homies and my fam
Lot of y'all have beliefs, not a plan
But you need one
Got options I could pick one
Stick to one? Nah, want em' all, I'm a sick one
You're image ain't pierced, nah it's clipped on
F*ck your drugs, your hoe's looking stepped on
Need a PJ cuz I'm always slept on
Prodigal son, on a quest for them hit songs
Let 'em all go, f*ck 'em I don't need 'em
Baby I'm him, but not today another weekend