Oliver Francis - Icy Boy lyrics

[Intro] Yeah Cloudboys Yeah Uh Okay [Verse] Plottin' and schemin' you know that I'd 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 see you went straight to the coffin you know Blowin' that paper and blowin' that O Smellin' like dope. (Smellin' like dope) You ain't talkin' money then you gotta go Sippin' on coke Ice on my wrist and that ice on my Lows I'm in the kitchen I beat it I get it I'm whippin' the ? to a ? I'm on a whip and I'm smokin' a swisher and I'm f**in' yo b**h I'm at the trap and boy countin' this money she prolly s**in' a dick Rollin' a swisher got drank in my cup and that new .45 on my hip Got all these models and gettin' this money I swear girl I'm the culprit Shooters on shooters got bullets on bullets got clips up on clips Oli be ballin and all of these hoes callin' me I'ma get rich They all on my dick Ice on my earlobe and ice on my wrist I hit the stage and I hit the stage boy I'm off the sh**s I'm feelin my self Feelin' like spending a bill on myself Sippin' on syrup Spendin' this money man I swear I be feelin' myself It's k**in' my health My lifestyle and suddenly I'm k**in'/feelin' my wealth I'm movin' this stuff Gucci and Louie Ferragamo Belt My money long You s** on my dick I be rippin' the bong She singin' my song Oli' your b**hes be singin' along I gave her the dong Pull up and run up I'm doin' you wrong We can't get along Rollin' that blunt and that gucci be strong [?] Airbrush shirt on and a strap n***a All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always f**in' with the set boy you could learn the hard way I got the fiends [?] linin' up down the hallway I be servin' hard sippin lean [?] like all day All my trap boys got a pistol on 'em always f**in' with the [?] boy you could learn the hard way I got the fiends [?] linin' up down the hallway I be servin' hard sippin lean [?]like all day