Verse 1 Na$ty Matt
Got a prius caprice, on 23's
Got a couple of G's Evisu jeans
Pure ice my sh** gleam, i ain't sippin lean
Flipping screens I'm masked up like darth vadar
Gothly sh** young Undertaker, in ya house
In ya spouse then i bounce quite like a mouse
In my mind screaming eye seeing demons
Life flash i see my meaning i'm really dead
Rest my head in the grave counting bread
Quit smoking weed i trip to much quit drinkin lean
I sip to much quit drinking beerI flip to much
Quit counting cash i equip too much
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So icy, icy i'm iced out icy, icy, icy i'm iced out icy, so icy
Verse 2 Na$ty Matt
Electric bill to my wrist
Down payment on my mac
Then insurance on my neck f** priorities
Im iced out lil brothers f**ed
But im riches as sh** trashy a** clothes old a** whip
Live to die, die to live, in my meantime i'm counting my chips
Ice on my wrist ice my b**h
Ice on my teeth got me talking with a lisp
Momma said im lazy
Doctors said i lost it, f** them
Dentist told me keep flossin in my grave
Don't come out often when i do more girls then Eric Koston
Talking bad about me on bones sh**
But when they see me speed off like some boss swiss, peel off two forty on some deep dish young Paul Walker but i never drive an eclipse