Polo G – Icy Girl [Remix] Lyrics

Icy Girl [Remix] By Polo G Lyrics

Remember when it was dark now I’m the star that’s shining brightly (bitch)
I be doing don’t give a fuck if you don’t like me (flex)
Just don’t think is sweet before you be on a white tee (boom)
Balling on them checking shit just like I’m selling nike (haaa)
Went it then I cop it I don’t matter if is pricey
And this good dick got my bitch acting feisty (haaa)
If she cop too hard I might be feeling ray ricey
Headed to the top nigga felon is unlikely
They like is you going take it huh, I tote they ass precisely
I been waiting long, fuck I look like asking nicely
I’m T’d up ’cause I ain’t take that totem shit lightly
I be in the streets so guns and high cars excite me
You can catch me posted where the gangsters and the heist be
Police steady flipping got the block kinda spicy
I’m from 1300 we get money bitch we trap a lot
Keep that glizzy on me always on me I don’t got a lock
Baby I’m lor polo I pop pills and I cap a lot
If I ain’t posted then I’m on the drill trying to catch a oop
[?] just to see how this Fn sound
I got like 30 in this bitch I’m letting of fair round
Another tragic moment another dead child
Nice grave yard, ’bout your head down
I’m speeding fast back to the hood bitch I’m sed bound
Bro called me laughing like you heard about that man down they say too much I laugh too like nigga we don’t play around
Niggas be so with it til they get left on that damn ground
Very antisocial never been the type to brew a nigga
Cut-off game strong I’ll act like I don’t know a nigga
If it’s beef put him on tv that’s how we show a nigga
In Chiraq where ain’t no thinking twice we ah smoke a nigga
Starving in the slums it don’t get no fucking lower nigga
Anything can happen so you better hope jehovah witness
Bullets like a hurting why they have a nigga tapping out
So you bet not dangle ot that hot shit bound to patch you scalp
Hotnemm on [?] if gucci say his name they blacking out
Used to play them sports we just thug him hard and trapping now
Gang banging, drug dealing and toting poles
Remember hight night’s on the show me and 40 gang 10 toes on the corner I’m a hustler but I ain’t one of the foales
Shoot you walk up game face nigga case keep his casket close bitch