Icy V2 (Unreleased) Roddy Ricch

[Intro]
Go Grizz
Icy, icy, icy, icy, icy
Icy, icy, icy, icy, icy

[Chorus: Roddy Ricch]
Left wrist look like a ice cube (Icy, icy, icy, icy, icy)
Right wrist, that bitch shine too (Icy, icy, icy, icy, icy)
Get your way whenever I slide through (Skrrt)
You so icy, baby, who you signed to? (Icy, icy, icy, icy, icy)
Ice you up and I ain't tryin' to (Icy, icy, icy, icy, icy)
Ice you up and I ain't tryin' to (Icy, icy, icy, icy, icy)
Ice you up and I ain't tryin'
Ice you up and I ain't tryin' to (Icy, icy, icy, icy, icy)

[Verse 1: Roddy Ricch]
I put rocks all in the Richard Mille
One of the richest niggas in my city
Got twenty bad bitches, we gon' board on a jet
And I always keep the semi, can't afford the Patek, yeah
You want me to take you shoppin', don't you?
Want a gangster gangster rich nigga straight up out of Compton, don't you?
You gon' fuck me if I'm poppin', won't you?
You gon' call a couple of friends up and give me sloppy toppy, won't you?
She left her nigga for us, I was whippin' a foreign
Trapped a six in the morning, I got plenty warrants, woah, woah, woah
I got two chains on me like I'm Tity Boi
I got fifty on me, Rollie got baguettes, I'm a big boy