Still So Icy Lyrics by Gucci Mane
Million dollar grill, but the smile priceless
This a Richard Mille nigga, not a Brightland
I got so much ice, I named my son Ice, nigga
When I met her, she was straight, now she dyking
Making love to the money like I’m Bryson
Known to drive these bitches crazy with no license
10-17, but we still so icy
Ran up a half a billion dollars and some Nikes
It’s a bird, it’s a plane, now how is Gucci Mane, get it right, bitch
Got her coming out of thong, I be turning bitches on like a light switch
Quarter ticket skeleton, rock that APR Chrome on my right wrist
They say Gucci fuck with all the scruples and they right too
They say Gucci known for blessing bitches, I’m like high truth
Earing look like golf ball, backyard on a golf course
Chopper on the front seat, I hopped out the front porch
TJ at the clear port, got him on the runway
Whole ticket worth a diamond, singing like Beyonce
Million dollar grill, but the smile priceless
This a Richard Mille nigga, not a Brightland
I got so much ice, I named my son Ice, nigga
When I met her, she was straight, now she dyking
Making love to the money like I’m Bryson
Known to drive these bitches crazy with no license
10-17, but we still so icy
Ran up a half a billion dollars and some Nikes
I got so much cash that I name my daughter Iceland
Yeah, this the life and now this money is enticing
The way these rappers going broke, it’s a crisis
My young niggas doing drills like they ISIS
Why niggas fall off and get all self-righteous?
I got two white girls sayin’ spank me cause they like it
They ask me, Gucci, is you rollin’? Bitch, I might be
When they ask Gucci, man, what’s up? I say my prices
I just bought a Maybach, sent it back cause I didn’t like it
Shouted, find an ugly bitch, come fuck me in a shy stick
I might call two snakes to help me take care of all these mice
And I just bought two tigers for the house, I feel like Tyson
Million dollar grill, but the smile priceless
This a Richard Mille nigga, not a Brightland
I got so much ice, I named my son Ice, nigga
When I met her, she was straight, now she dyking
Making love to the money like I’m Bryson
Known to drive these bitches crazy with no license
10-17, but we still so icy
Ran up a half a billion dollars and some Nikes