Oliver Francis - ​icy boy lyrics

Yeah
Cloudboys
Yeah, uh
Okay
Plottin' and schemin'
You know that I be on the lock on the product
Plottin' and schemin', you need
It, you hit me
You know it I got it
Sippin' on syrup and soda
I'm leanin' and smokin' that ganja
I'd probably go undefeated and send your
Ass straight to the coffin
You know
Blowin' that paper and blowin' a O
Smellin' like dope
You ain't talkin' money then you gotta go
Sippin' a four
Ice on my wrist and that ice on my lobes
I'm in the kitchen, I beat it, I get it
I'm whippin' the house to a O

I'm water whippin'
I'm smokin' a swish' and
I'm fuckin' yo' bitch
I'm at the trap and we countin' this
Money and she prolly suckin' the dick
Rollin' the swisher
Got drank in my cup and that
New .45 on my hip
Poppin' these bottles and
Gettin' this money
I swear to God I’m the culprit
Shooters on shooters, got bullets on bullets
Got clips upon clips
Oli be ballin' and all of these hoes
They be callin' me young Richie Rich
She all on my dick
Ice in my earlobe and ice on my wrist
I hit the stage, when I hit the stage, boy
I’m so off the shit's
I'm feelin' myself
Feelin' like spending a bill on myself
Sippin' on syrup, I'm spendin' this money
I swear I be feelin' myself
It's killin' my health
My lifestyle is certainly ain't
Killin' my wealth
I'm movin' in stealth
Gucci and Louis, Ferragamo Belt
My money long
She suck on my dick, I be rippin' the bong
She singin' my songs
All of your bitches be singin' along
I gave her the dong
Pull up or run up, I'm doin' you wrong
We can't get along
Rollin' that blunt and that

Yeah
All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always
Fuckin' with the set, boy
You can learn the hard way
I got the fiends linin' up down the hallway
I been servin' hard
Sippin' lean like all day
All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always
Fuckin' with the set, boy
You can learn the hard way
I got the fiends linin' up down the hallway
I be servin' hard, sippin lean like all day