Icicle Lyrics

Call me the Fruity Loops master

Going slow, I don't need it any faster

Need the boom bap, not the trap, yeah

I can see through the hats, you're a capper

Underground turtles you're a rat's son

I already told you what will happen

I have no choice but to blast you

Now I got my blaster

And its time blast shit, crashing, I'm rocking high fashion

You rocking whack shit, I can't be seen with you bastards

I need a new bitch, man I'm tired of the cappin'

I can't join your clique, I'm still rocking with my faction

It's like I'm stepping to plate the way I'm going batshit

How can I believe in fate the way it all went last year

I can't just sit and wait, and decay my life is flashing

All these beats that I made, so I can try out this rap shit

I was in the Benz, I'm a mess though

I am still the best, in the trench though

Love being Crisp, It's a bitch though

Think I need a hat, and a trench coat

Feel I need a whole disguise, just to get out of my mind

As much as I sit and try, I can't help but wish I was another guy

Then I remember who the fuck talking

It's Crispi, you'll see my tracks at an auction

No intention of ever stopping

No matter how hard this shit might get I promise

Always stay on track call me Thomas

Got some shit to prove so I flaunt it

Coldest album out so I shop it

Shivering to death ever since I went and dropped it

Now, I gotta set it straight

I cannot celebrate

Till' the beats are made

Can't be second place

I'm so cold, icicles are made

Now, I gotta set it straight

I cannot celebrate

Till' the beats are made

Can't be second place

I'm so cold, icicles are made

And I'm freezing

Gotta bundle up cause I'm changing the season

Cold wind blows on this beat bitch I'm breezing

Got a short temper so don't give me a reason

Powerful like Palpatine and bitch this is treason

Bitch I'm so sick like I'm spreading diseases

Don't take this away cause you know that I need it

Give me my credit for bars that I'm reading

Speak on a beat and you know that I'll eat it

Got the gun on my hip for the draw

Think I need some new eyes for all the shit that I saw

They're so burnt out from every time that I ball

Still keep my chin up and every time I stand tall

Always cold, so I put the ice in the drink

Ready for the cheers, lift it up and hear the clink

Drive around with so much cash, should be in a brinks

Your girl so hot, she wanna cool she wanna link

Nah I'm on a roll

This shit a game so just give me control

Bars have you standing there, shivering cold

She like what I say and she likes that I'm bold

Wallet so fat bitch I can't even fold

That is what happens when you make the dough

Everyone watch me like their favorite show

Don't need glasses cause I'm a spectacle

You don't wanna walk a mile in my shoes

You're not prepared for all the shit that I do

You couldn't even last a day let alone two

Some of the shit that I deal with is cruel

Still, like an icicle I'm keeping my cool

Ya'll some fools you don't even got a clue

That's why I can't fuck with you goons

Stick with my dawgs we together like glue

Now, I gotta set it straight

I cannot celebrate

Till' the beats are made

Can't be second place

I'm so cold, icicles are made

Now, I gotta set it straight

I cannot celebrate

Till' the beats are made

Can't be second place

I'm so cold, icicles are made