I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy, I’m icy
I’m icy, I’m icy
All these girls excited
Oooo ya know they like it
I’m so icy, so icy
Girl don’t try to fight it All yo friends invited
I’m so icy, so icy
Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)
All I do is talk shit
You can even add a couple grand for my outfit
You betta act like ya know man
In my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman
Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy the Snowman
I’m iced out, plus I got snow, man
Let it marinate, y’all niggaz is slow man (slow man)
(Mane what the fuck y’all…yo dumb ass)
I used to get nineteen for a beat
Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G ('ol G)
I’m the shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)
And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata
These niggaz don’t like me
I’m wit the Gucci Mane and I’m so icy
She diggin my fit, she think I’m the shit
Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
But she look like the type that could take a dick
Young Gucci Mane, don’t kiss me baby you can kiss my chain
Ya gotta be a dime piece
just to look at the rocks in my time piece
I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy wit the antique tags
My pockets so heavy that I can’t walk steady
Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it’s not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cause a nigga ain’t petty
I’m icy, so motherfuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna
be like Gucci when they grow up Me, Jeezy and Boo
We ain’t hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what you do Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy
I’m hoppin out the range wit the seats piped out
You can still see my chain even when the lights out
Cuz dat’s how monsters do it Spit a lil game give 'em that flosser music
I’m the man from the C.H.I
These lames runnin 'round thinkin they so fly
Got a lil buzz but Boo been too high
I’m pullin hoes in the club and I don’t even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris
Get at Gucci Mane cause he on some lil shit
And you know I’m in the cut, grippin my 4/5
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain’t runnin
We just takin all ya chicks, buyin drinks gettin blunted
Groupies, show you how to do this son
We throwin out hundreds while you savin them ones
I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
I know I’m the shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I know I’m the bomb, just look at my charms
I know I’m the shit, my chain hang down to my dick
I’m so icy
Look at my charms
My… chain…hang…down…to my dick