Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Iced Up, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Bird Flu, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Gucci Mane 1017
Song language: English
Iced Up |
I pull up to club valet park my coupe |
I’m lookin on the ground kuz I lost my damn roof |
I can sit real high but I’m squatin real low |
In a 07' lambo, same color smoke |
Yo girl in my ride, can ya drive a stick |
10 grand in my pocket like I sold a half a brick |
Red monkeys on my ass, gucci's on my face |
Pradas on my feet, on my wrist i got that Jac |
Don’t ya like my chain don’t ya like my grill |
Ain’t I fresh ain’t I fly baby girl just keep it real |
Wit my paint like snot wit them green booger guts |
I blow my nose wit hunneds I don' give a flyin fuck |
Walked through the club showed love to the DJ |
Left, went home and made it rain on the freeway |
Gucci mane la flare AKA zone 6 shawty |
Hunned pack of pills turned the club into a block party |
I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup |
Pull up to the club lift both doors up |
Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up |
I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup |
Pull up to the club lift both doors up |
Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up |
Everything’s new, fresh out of the wrapper |
Pull fresh out off of the lot wit them thangs in a wrapper |
Hold on, Push button doors go up at the same time |
Kush burnin, now i’m flushin know its game time |
I’m ridin down campbellton wit both doors up |
Perssae in the changer wit the dro rolled up |
Spent 10 thousand in a day thats off a blunt in a row |
200 thousand in a safe I bout to stunt on a hoe |
She like don’t leave me, bitch you better get you a passport |
Believe me, hoe we carry straps like the task force |
Its easy practice like you takin' a crash course |
You down to yo final hour you makin' yo last choice |
I pull up to the club smokin' on a kush pack |
I walk off in the front and get the whole line pushed back |
Give ya boy a chance get yo whole life fucked up |
Do it with no hands now i’m so fuckin iced up |
I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup |
Pull up to the club lift both doors up |
Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up |
I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup |
Pull up to the club lift both doors up |
Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up |
(Work In Progress) |
Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maseratis and 'Vettes |
big coupes that ain’t came out yet |
Gucci, Gucci great, Gucci talk Gucci Mane |
Run down street switchin' lanes |
In a five star hotel right by Lenox |
Give 'em 500 dollars for 15 minutes |
Two iced out chains, in a brand new Range |
Give the valet a 100 told him 'keep the change' |
When I walk through the mall, hoes toke my bags |
Just take it to the counter don’t shake the tag |
Quarter pound of bubble kush bought it to smoke |
Mix it with that purple threats call it the |
Get |
do it with no hands |
Suga Suga, Gucci Mane in my drop top 'Vette and I’m drivin' with no hands |
I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup |
Pull up to the club lift both doors up |
Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up |
I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup |
Pull up to the club lift both doors up |
Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up |