icicledrool (feat. Chow Mane)

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Brick on my chest is keeping me cool
I get on the jet, I feel like a mule
So many niggas been gassing me
Pilot been flying in circles to burn off the fuel
The icicle drool because of how frozen the fronts
Upgraded the metal, it's packing a punch
I f*ck up a bag, I'm back in a month
Dapper Dan one of one, I'm fiending for fashion
Nitrous got my car dashing, hella reality stars in the ceiling
The windows are tinted
So niggas are squinting to see bout my linens
The Coogi is vintage, the colors are vivid
I put on a pendant, my sternum is livid
I'm selling my writtens
I done gave so many niggas a sentence I feel like a Clinton
Flipping my game, I never been stuck in my ways
Use every bar, it's nothing to waste
Blues in my jeans exposing my waist
The slithering snake to keep em in place
They biting, they draining my wallet
So I been infusing the Cuban with garlic
I'm good with some people who slide if you spark it
Like me in the booth, they hitting their targets
Big AP where the wrist go, it got diagonal pointers like disco
I stay down like 10 toes
Racks keep coming like nymphos, tenfold
Split em up quick with the kinfolk
Sit up in the coupe with the 5p tint on the windows
Similar color the skin though, skeleton leather
The digital dash it look like Nintendo
Niggas been puffing extendo
Fogging my frames and optical windows
Got the Versace imprint on the sandals
Stuffing the cash in the walls like a bando
Shorty a gamble, I'm in a gambling mood
She told me to come get a sample
That pussy tighter than Iverson handle
Feel like the wax around candle
Don't mean to ramble
Bro f*ck a phone, write a verse with Montblancs
She just told me to do whatever I want
Bet she come back to me cuz I got Comme des Garcons
Got gas like the cops in Hong Kong
Richard Mille on my wrist but this shit a knock-off
She gon still suck me up like it's not
Told me that she love me and I said "ha ha"
My life like a thriller, yours like a rom-com
Bitch I'm the one, you a wonton
Sauce on me like a muhfuckin pasta
Blonde hair bitch looking like a pop star
Imma put some Asian in her, now her name Bruno Mars
Put the show money in a new Goyard
Then I put the dick in a bitch molars
Pull up in the VIP, I don't need no card
I don't even like the club, if I go imma charge
Look
F*ck all the basic shit, bitch I'm a alien
Smokin a o man I think that I'm Damien
Pockets were green now they blue on a gradient
F*ck on your ladyfriend in a Prius, no Mercedes Benz
Call up my plug, his name Fabian
Pick up the bag that take me to the Cambrian
Walk out the lab that my mama nem made me in
Jamie and Henny make me feel amazi-an
Icicle drool, from the jacket way down to the shoes
Your bitch a dumb bird with the brain, Nomu
Suck my tofu while I watch Roku
F*ck a Save Mart, bitch I shop at Whole Foods
And my pockets like yours cuz they look so blue
Said my flow nice, hell nah my flow rude
They could put me in the game I don't follow no rules

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