Icky Woods

[Verse 1 - Alex Wiley] I came through with the weed Eighth in the wood My niggas was fried My hoes, they do drugs My niggas is thugs All my villagers ride Getting paper Now the bitches say he full of surprises And they thinkin' it's time To go and drop a ? On thirty sluts and thirty doves To fly on my arrival You niggas pressed, you niggas pressed the squad eatin falafels The book of my life is gonna outsell the Bible I do this shit with my eyes closed My dick is fucking colossal Caught me fuckin' a fossil Niggas talkin' that tough shit Niggas so fuckin' docile All my sessions is closed Like standin' eatin' in the kitchen I'm standing next to the stove And through all the pressure to fold My necklace is gold, my necklace is gold I take this city with me, baby I'm reppin' the 'Go So I don't give a motherfuck about it I'm a motherfucking problem And your hoes' got the mileage of a 74 [Verse 2 - Action Bronson] I know these haters wanna see me fall But my mama wanna see me ball And your shorty wanna see my balls And all these bitches wanna see my money But they can't get shit from me You know who you fuckin' blowing Fuck you, straight up Chi town, we out here It's the consistency of cold honey I'm spending old money Snap my fingers, drugs are sold for me Wink my eye, then a human dies While I'm dancin' to some Cuban vibes Ladies think I'm handsome and the shoes are fly Damn, tell a baby, grab your ankles 'Bout to smash your pussy like your man play for the Bengals Ickey Woods, Ickey Shuffle in the 740 Uncle Pauly right behind us in the 850 This shit fly strange like a retarded duck You get carted off Then I'm dippin' like some garlic sauce Pimpin' Koala soft Vomit on the Porsche Spent a wallet on the loft Green olives in the joint The drugs make me smarter as I use them I mean abuse them I ain't the one for all the choosin' I see them, then I do Then I'm going to the movies And then a Beamer that I'm cruisin' Serve white balls, autograph by Todd Hundley I need LeBron money Straight notes like fingers on the guitar money Splash the bread with the zahtar, dummy Fuck Two times I'm like the motherfucking Mary Lou Retten of this shit Bam, bam, Bronselino Queens Chicago Closed Sessions Blow me from the back, bitch