Ice City (One Foot Out) Nines (Ft. Fatz (ICB), J Styles, Kezza, Likkle T, Skrapz, Streetz (ICB) & Trapstar Toxic)

[Intro: Nines]
Yeah
Zino Records
Ha ha ha ha ha!

[Verse 1: Likkle T]
I just wanna, reason to flip
I got guns watch me run and come season your strip
Getting funds, blowing weed in the whip
Till it’s done Ill forever be beating my stick
Hundred miles on my speed limit shit
None of you niggas can say ‘T he a prick’
Cos all I need is a wish
Life up, how the fuck I always seemed to be pissed
Hard work pays off, soft niggas stay soft
Told my nigga mix, but don’t ever quit his day job
And fuck the money and the jewels and baguettes
Let’s put em down, come we see who is a threat
I’m a certified g, nah I don’t need no jewels
If you ask about T, they say I squeeze on tools
If you go against me, guarantee I won’t lose
Bullets separate your spleen
My machine go boom

[Verse 2: J Styles]
They never wanna know me before the Ps
It was Gucci belts, red and green looking all Portuguese
Bruddas talking spray talk but it’s all Febreeze
You said wallahi akhi but you just ate pork and cheese
Before the stoods had to sort a fiend
I wanna leave the game but will they love me you know that Rich Porter scene
The day I paid my first bag that’s all I mean
Married to the game, man it wasn’t that all a dream
It’s the Ice City crew, I been hitting sales, in and out the city too
Jimmy’s by my whip moving hot I told Jimmy chew
Even though I take Jim’s money I buy Jimmy Trues
Spent a stacky on my crep you should see my feet
Round table me Paps, Pebs, Nina, Keyz
Listen man I screw out the CID’s
Face getting chubby, guess I ate all the p I ease