Iced Up

[Intro] TM! Sizzle! Evil Genius! Wop! Bling! Blow! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Iced up, bezzeled up We're sick as fuck, what the fuck Top down, windows up Pistol tucked, what the fuck Bentley truck, Lamb truck Rolls truck, what the fuck Pulled up, froze up Doors up, what the fuck, what the fuck [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I made a F in science, I through a brick at Onyx I was born in 1980, first year of Raeganonix Nobody gave me nothing, my family full of junkies They call me Trap God but I missed every sunday I'm not illiterate, not even a little bit I'm not no role model, I sold so many bricks I made my city lit, that's what I really did My ego really big, you niggas really kids I bought a Mulsanne, was for my boo thang That Coupe got two wings, Gucci I'm Bruce Wayne If I'm lying there, then I'm flying there You ngigas lying man, go get the frying pan Skrrt! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Iced up, bezzeled up We're sick as fuck, what the fuck Top down, windows up Pistol tucked, what the fuck Bentley truck, Lamb truck Rolls truck, what the fuck Pulled up, froze up Doors up, what the fuck, what the fuck [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Chains up, charms up I never tuck, ain't letting up Boss up, what the fuck Baby I'm a baller, don't get crossed up (That's hard) Pulling up in that what the fuck Number one, ain't no running up Your baby mama wanting some I fuck her then I'm done with her (Damn) My cars come from everywhere I throw it out, I don't never care (No) That weed smoke in the air My moms know that I'm a player Look at my chain, now she wanna call me by my name Living life gang, impressed 'cause I got my own strain Left my main, now I wanna get a new thing Ain't shit changed still spend a hundred on a chain [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Iced up, bezzeled up We're sick as fuck, what the fuck Top down, windows up Pistol tucked, what the fuck Bentley truck, Lamb truck Rolls truck, what the fuck Pulled up, froze up Doors up, what the fuck, what the fuck [Verse 3] Pablo Juan sub zero, I finish 'em All of my bitches they geeking on Timbaland Ooh, take me a trip out to Switzerland Water on me, no cap like a fisherman Zone 6, nigga, we getting it I like them Euros and Benjamins My bitch she get wet, I be swimming in it I got them pesos and euros, ain't switching it I pull up in the what the fuck Pistol in the club, I got it tucked Skating on ice with the stick no puck Shorty ride the dick just like a truck I drink that lean til I'm stuck Fell by my hand, I need a glove Diamond all white just like a dove Got married to the money, I fell in love Young nigga clean, that's a suds Ooh, pinky ring caught me a dub Stackin' that money but this nigga was Fur on my Gucci, bitch, these ain't no Uggs Diamonds in my chain big as a [?] 25 thousand [?] just because When I walk out the house I leave got a dub She wanna lick me I'm dripping like fudge I need Girbaud, my pockets too [?] [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Iced up, bezzeled up We're sick as fuck, what the fuck Top down, windows up Pistol tucked, what the fuck Bentley truck, Lamb truck Rolls truck, what the fuck Pulled up, froze up Doors up, what the fuck, what the fuck