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