So Icey Dead Boys

Verse 1 Na$ty Matt
Got a prius caprice, on 23's
Got a couple of G's Evisu jeans
Pure ice my shit gleam, i ain't sippin lean
Flipping screens I'm masked up like darth vadar
Gothly shit young Undertaker, in ya house
In ya spouse then i bounce quite like a mouse
In my mind screaming eye seeing demons
Life flash i see my meaning i'm really dead
Rest my head in the grave counting bread
Quit smoking weed i trip to much quit drinkin lean
I sip to much quit drinking beerI flip to much
Quit counting cash i equip too much

Chorus
So icy, icy i'm iced out icy, icy, icy i'm iced out icy, so icy

Verse 2 Na$ty Matt
Electric bill to my wrist
Down payment on my mac
Then insurance on my neck fuck priorities
Im iced out lil brothers fucked
But im riches as shit trashy ass clothes old ass whip
Live to die, die to live, in my meantime i'm counting my chips
Ice on my wrist ice my bitch
Ice on my teeth got me talking with a lisp
Momma said im lazy
Doctors said i lost it, fuck them
Dentist told me keep flossin in my grave
Don't come out often when i do more girls then Eric Koston
Talking bad about me on bones shit
But when they see me speed off like some boss swiss, peel off two forty on some deep dish young Paul Walker but i never drive an eclipse