Feelin’ Like Icewood

[Intro]
Antt did the track

[Pre-Chorus: Antt Beatz]
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine

[Chorus: Antt Beatz]
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
Bitch, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods

[Verse 1: Lil Blade]
It’s Lil Blade to the boy on the chain
I been that nigga, ain’t shit changed
In a white Range and the ice chain
Come and fuck with me, I bet your life change
Boss up or get bossed on
We in the same shit, but mine cost more
What, you stacked up? [...]
My lips blue, all this frost on it
Next time, see your bitch stare
That petty shit what my bitch wear
Your shit cheap like your bitch hair
I talk shit like I’m Ric Flair
Prince of the D, I’m a young boss
Follow me home, you gon’ get lost
Your rent money what my fit cost
Your life, nigga, what my kit cost
All eyes on me when I walk through
Five-hun on my feet when I walk too
Stop houndin’ your bitch, she sick of lames
You a broke nigga, she wanna boss too
Come roll with a nigga, count stacks with me
Fuck it up, hit Saks with me
Took a loss, but I’m back, silly
Dropped a new watch, but that bitch diddly

[Pre-Chorus: Antt Beatz]
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine

[Chorus: Antt Beatz]
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
Bitch, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods

[Verse 2: Payroll]
4-1
Mink on in the club, bitch, I feel like Blade
Shooters ‘round me with them snugs, bitch, I feelin’ made
Money I generate, so bad hoes I penetrate
Detroit, tell these fake phony rap-niggas that they in the way
My record label spelled in diamonds on the diamond-link
Made moves that would’ve got me time for a time-piece
Shoes cost a nickel, and it’s pended by the Dom sheets
Your cloudy stones grey, mine’s white like I got mines bleached
Your bitch flirtin’ with the nigga like she want the D
So, she can scratch “fuck with a boss” off her bucket list
When I got the jewels on, boy, that’s ‘bout a hun- a strip
I see your jewels and think to myself, what the fuck is this? Nigga

[Pre-Chorus: Antt Beatz]
Ride ‘round in the city in a new Range
Big stupid chain, damn, I feel like Blade
Who ridin’ shotgun? It might just be your main
Just bought some new frames, it look like cocaine

[Chorus: Antt Beatz]
I feel like Icewood
I feel like Icewood
Damn, I feel like Icewood
Bitch, these iced-buffs, these not iced-woods