"1017 SO ICEY GOTH SQUAD" lyrics

Iced out wrist, iced out bitch
Iced out wrist, iced out bitch
Iced out wrist, iced out bitch
Iced out wrist, iced out bitch

Iced out chips, iced out whips
Ten Gucci chips, ten Gucci whips
Iced out wrist, might drown my bitch
Ten cellphones, might flip the bitch
Eight dime bags, might smoke a bitch
Came through the function on a fucking drip
Steeze on yo' hoe, iced out glow
Four gold rings, iced out rolls
Nigga drop the motherfucking iPhone
Bring the Jeeps out, bitch give me dome
Ice iced out, iced out crib
Everything iced out, even adlibs

Iced out whips, iced out bitch
Iced out whips, iced out bitch
Iced out whips, iced out bitch
Iced out whips, iced out bitch

Pink Benz Jeeps, iced out rims
Two flip phones, iced out chips
Iced out crib, iced out piece
Iced out art, iced out face
Pink cheetah fleece, hoe it's Bitch Mob
All white on, hoe it's Goth Money
Finna text the hoe, no free calls
Had to toss the hoe, that's a free ball
At the corner store, with the Asians
Smoking on the thrax, no Jamaican
Everything ice like a freezer, hoe
Iced out Gucci chips, icy Beamers hoe

Ice iced whips, iced out bitch
Iced out chips, iced out whips
Iced out bitch, iced out chips
Iced out whips, iced out bitch bitch
Iced out bitch
Goth goth huh huh huh goth
Iced out Crip