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So icy boyz: the finale

2022

01. I'm havin
02. Devils in my section
03. Hell and back
04. 50 floors up
05. Hot winter freestyle
06. Too many
07. Hitting
08. Spin
09. Dawg
10. Fuk wit zay
11. J and g
12. First day in the a
13. Ugggh
14. Look like money
15. Shit crazy (remix)
16. Letter to takeoff
17. Tight rope
18. Act up by mac critter (ft. lil double 0)
19. Still in a warzone
20. 1 of 1
21. Met gala (remix)
22. Burst
23. Shit crazy
24. Met gala
25. Dissin the dead
26. Gucci flow
27. All dz chainz
28. Red flag
29. First time in vegas
30. Turnt shit
31. Renegade
32. Issa photoshoot
33. Break out dat cake
34. Havin fun
35. Changes
36. Go in
37. Understanding
38. Chief
39. Master p
40. Don't play dat
41. Gelati
42. Try being me
43. B.A.N.
44. God forgives, i don't
45. Kater to me
46. Anotha 1
47. Poppin
48. Sno cone
49. Trap life
50. Trapmania
51. Rolling loud
52. Whole lotta ice
53. From da south
54. Trap god
55. Free smoke
56. Mo money
57. Free foo
58. So icy
59. On god
60. My lil dance
61. Slide
62. Freestyle
63. Neva trust a soul
64. Came from the bottom
65. Rich criminals
66. What u gon do
67. Vert
68. Woah
69. Dead in miami
70. Clark street baby
71. Soldier
72. Track & field
73. So icy fizzle
74. Before the deal
75. Tony montana
76. Squad shit
77. Tunnel vision
78. Zorilla
79. How
80. Big chant

Hitting

Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy

Salute to [?], nigga, he fucked my bitch
I was locked up, they like "Cinc', where the fuck you been?"
I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of [?]
And if I fuck one time, I can fuck again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullshit right now, eighty light, be singin', just poppin'
I got a switch on the Glick, turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all of a sudden, nigga dissin', they come up missin'
Ayy, I get this shit, just as long as th?y printed
Ayy, caught me an opp, he sprint?d
Hey, I'm mixin' drank with the drank and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' bitch wanna drank it, pourin'
But I can't cuff no ho', I'm sorry (Hey, hey)
I'm on the stay with a ratchet, mornin'
That fire, these niggas knowin' the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a [?] artist
It ain't fuck with the school, I'm retarded
Hey, I'm in the front in the front, with a red dead [?]
This codeine red, theirs purple like Barney (Ayy)
Five-hundred shots in this motherfuckin' truck
Nigga, I get the drop and I'm shootin' it off
Soon as I get the number, I'm suin' the [?]
Big boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out, I can't serve no rounds
If I can't catch him, I'm whackin' that man
She just slap him, blow like fan
These niggas cappin', I know they a fan
I told him take off, a fact, let 'em know you ain't chopstick
Beat, I make him dance
I don't really like that bitch, quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check and I do it again

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy (Go)

Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my shit be hittin' (Brr)
How you a rapper, ain't makin' no money?
Boy, you should think about quittin' (Well, damn)
I don't do shit for the love or the fun, I do this shit for the millions (Milli's)
Rap nigga need to just stay in they bag, but they keep stayin' in they feelings (Bitch)
Don't bring up my ex-ho's, I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like ass-hoes, everyone got an opinion (Opinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco, we star, just like Ringo
Pull up and the kids scream "Bingo", bitch keep stealin' my lingo (Well, damn)
Standin' on top of you, move like the mafia
Who want fish scale, 'cause we keep them [?]? (Skrrt)
'Wop singin' rappers who trappers went popular
If he weren't rappin', they probably be robbin' you (Wow)
Say you want smoke with my crew, then [?] (Smoke)
Know we keep two's, we tote hammers like [?]
So Icy Boyz, we done broke the thermometers
Stack off the winter, just dipped for the summer (It's Gucci)

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy

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Huh, 1017 Mafia
TLE Cinco, it's Gucci
Go

Salute to [?], nigga, he fucked my bitch
I was locked up, they like "Cinc', where the fuck you been?"
I'm sippin' real codeine, no cup of [?]
And if I fuck one time, I can fuck again (Ayy)
I'm on that bullshit right now, eighty light, be singin', just poppin'
I got a switch on the Glick, turn his shirt to a nightgown
Ayy, all of a sudden, nigga dissin', they come up missin'
Ayy, I get this shit, just as long as th?y printed
Ayy, caught me an opp, he sprint?d
Hey, I'm mixin' drank with the drank and I feel like a chemist
Fine lil' bitch wanna drank it, pourin'
But I can't cuff no ho', I'm sorry (Hey, hey)
I'm on the stay with a ratchet, mornin'
That fire, these niggas knowin' the hardest, ayy
Get paid for this shit, I'm a [?] artist
It ain't fuck with the school, I'm retarded
Hey, I'm in the front in the front, with a red dead [?]
This codeine red, theirs purple like Barney (Ayy)
Five-hundred shots in this motherfuckin' truck
Nigga, I get the drop and I'm shootin' it off
Soon as I get the number, I'm suin' the [?]
Big boss Cinc', I'm cool as fuck
Trapped out, I can't serve no rounds
If I can't catch him, I'm whackin' that man
She just slap him, blow like fan
These niggas cappin', I know they a fan
I told him take off, a fact, let 'em know you ain't chopstick
Beat, I make him dance
I don't really like that bitch, quit playin'
I'm sayin', get to that check and I do it again

Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy
Ayy, two-hundred K ain't nothin', no cap, these cap-ass niggas be dissin'
Hey, ayy, broad day, I'ma pull up hittin' (Hittin', hittin', hittin', hittin')
They say [?] ain't know, the fuck? He did know
I did this shit for the hood and the trenches, ayy
Flexin' these racks, need designer for fees
You can't compare me to niggas, I'm different, ayy (Go)

Ice on my neck, ice on my wrist, all of my shit be hittin' (Brr)
How you a rapper, ain't makin' no money?
Boy, you should think about quittin' (Well, damn)
I don't do shit for the love or the fun, I do this shit for the millions (Milli's)
Rap nigga need to just stay in they bag, but they keep stayin' in they feelings (Bitch)
Don't bring up my ex-ho's, I left them all in the trenches (Hoes)
Opinions just like ass-hoes, everyone got an opinion (Opinion)
Guwop teamed with Cinco, we star, just like Ringo
Pull up and the kids scream "Bingo", bitch keep stealin' my lingo (Well, damn)
Standin' on top of you, move like the mafia
Who want fish scale, 'cause we keep them [?]? (Skrrt)
'Wop singin' rappers who trappers went popular
If he weren't rappin', they probably be robbin' you (Wow)
Say you want smoke with my crew, then [?] (Smoke)
Know we keep two's, we tote hammers like [?]
So Icy Boyz, we done broke the thermometers
Stack off the winter, just dipped for the summer (It's Gucci)

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