So Icey (Part 2) lyrics

Man it's Guwop in this b*tch, dropping cash on it, cash on it
Watch so sick, my chain so sick that all my skin got rashes on it
I f*ck so many b*tches everyday that all my cars got scratches on ‘em
Bougie b*tch, she’s super ratchet, keep that gat like inspector gadget
Hood n*gga, I’m super classy, she can’t pass no beauty pageant
But she got stupid ass, me and my gas a gangster package
Headed to the package store, I had to drop off that extra baggage
4-5 on me, 50 racks, so yeah my pants got extra saggage

Guwop in this b*tch, pour a doo-wop in this b*tch
And I’m bringing trap rap back in hip-hop in this b*tch
I said b*tch stop when my 'rarri stop, I had to go get some blunts
Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci 2 Times
But I only can f*ck you once, b*tch

All my n*ggas got money on ‘em
Couple these n*ggas got warrants on ‘em
All these n*ggas got pistols on ‘em
Your ho got your eyes on ‘em
All these n*ggas got pending charges
All these n*ggas got suspended licenses
All my n*ggas got stupid goons
And all my n*ggas be super icy

Super, super duper icy
Walking, wanna ?
Yo ho keep on looking at me
Caught you emotional, looking frightened
I just bought 200 pounds
I’mma need me some Philly tigers
I think I should copyright it
‘Cause half of these n*ggas out here be biting
Gucci Mane cool and the boy go fool
But I swear to God, man, I don’t like it
When I see the n*gga I’mma shoot him up
Better bring your gun and leave your Nikes
Take my advice might save your life
n*gga, make my day, don’t see your night
n*gga, pray every day before you leave your house
Get killed in your boots ‘cause you life ain't right
Gucci Mane I'm a real dirty n*gga
All my n*ggas talk dirty pistols, ? in 30 minutes
Seeing them smoke 200 swishers
Came to the club like 50 n*ggas, but we snuck in 200 pistols
Life full of product, got a pocket full of molly
And that goddamn b*tch gonna ?
Guwop in this b*tch, pour a doo-wop in this b*tch
And I’m bringing trap rap back in hip hop in this b*tch
I said b*tch stop when my 'rarri stop, I had to go get some blunts
Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci 2 Times
But I only can f*ck you once, b*tch

All my n*ggas got money on ‘em
Couple these n*ggas got warrants on ‘em
All these n*ggas got pistols on ‘em
Your ho got her eyes on ‘em
All these n*ggas got pending charges
All these n*ggas got suspended licenses
All my n*ggas got stupid goons
And all my n*ggas be super icy

Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci two times
But I only can f*ck you once, b*tch