"Icewood" lyrics

[Skilla Baby:]
(Helluva made this beat, baby)
Hmm, huh

Hell nah, I ain't in a gang, but my pistol bang
I'll put a nigga on a tee like I'm Grizzley Gang
One of my opps can't walk no more, he gotta get a cane
Slid six months straight tryna catch a nigga and my chain, huh

[Tee Grizzley:]
Ayy, trap nigga, I touch more white flake than Salt Bae
Blood, sweat, tears, still we made more cheese than Parkay
Catch you out in traffic, up them Dracs and make your car shake
How the fuck we park opps and park Wraiths?

[Skilla Baby:]
Trap nigga, I been thuggin' since the hallway
Brodie, he ain't got no out date, they gave him all day
Send that boy a band, his first day, he went and bought shanks
Ten milli' with the green beam on it, it'll park tanks

[Tee Grizzley:]
They thought they was 'bout that shit, now they can't get they friends back
You was playin' with Christmas paper, we dealt with Saran wrap
Polo called me, let me call you first, my bitch ain't playin' that
Bro look like a rapper, he make eighty racks and head tap

[Skilla Baby:]
Murder ain't legal, I ain't do that, don't be sayin' that
Shot a nigga like a movie, I wish I could play it back
I ain't tryna argue on the 'Gram, I don't play like that
Got his mama callin' 'round the city tryna get his head back

[Tee Grizzley:]
Yeah, I run with wolves and hustlers
In the trenches, but you ain't on shit, you in the hood for nothing
Your mans locked for an attempt, that boy got booked for nothing
Skilla got a glizzy on him, Juntao, push the button

[Skilla Baby:]
Labels say they want me, told 'em, "Send a million, not a hundred"
Hop up out the bushes, up my cutter, glizzy got a button
I heard his co-de told on him, man, that boy got booked with Gunnas
We'll kill a nigga mama, I'm an evil motherfucker

[Tee Grizzley:]
I don't mean no harm, but your house on my arm
Trench baby, hot and ready, extra butter parm
Opps come to my house, I ain't got no alarm
I got some shit that if it graze 'em, still'll break they arm
Bitch cold, park the Rolls, come here, where you headed?
Nigga, Skilla bought like three more chains and a Patek
We ain't tryna beef with niggas, bro, let's go on and did it
That's how you rock them boys to sleep, brodie not gon' stretch 'em

That's how you rock them boys to sleep, brodie not gon' stretch 'em