Icewood

[Intro: Skilla Baby]

(Helluva made this beat, baby)

Huh, huh

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]

Hell nah, I ain't in a gang, but my pistol bang

I'll put a nigga on a tee like I'm Grizzley Gang

One of my opps can't walk no more, he gotta get a cane

Slid six months straight tryna catch a nigga and my chain, huh

[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]

Ayy, trap nigga, I touch more white flake than Salt Bae

Blood, sweat, tears, still we made more cheese than Parkay

Catch you out in traffic, up them Dracs and make your car shake

How the fuck we park opps and park Wraiths?

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]

Trap nigga, I been thuggin' since the hallway

Brodie, he ain't got no out date, they gave him all day

Sent that boy a band, his first day, he went and bought shanks

Ten milli' with the green beam on it, it'll park tanks

[Verse 4: Tee Grizzley]

They thought they was 'bout that shit, now they can't gеt they friends back

You was playin' with Christmas paper, wе dealt with Saran wrap

Ho, don't call me, let me call you first, my bitch ain't playin' that

Bro look like a rapper, he make eighty racks and head tap

[Verse 5: Skilla Baby]

Murder ain't legal, I ain't do that, don't be sayin' that

Shot a nigga like a movie, I wish I could play it back

I ain't tryna argue on the 'Gram, I don't play like that

Got his mama callin' 'round the city tryna get his head back

[Verse 6: Tee Grizzley]

Yeah, I run with wolves and hustlers

In the trenches, but you ain't on shit, you in the hood for nothing

Your mans locked for an attempt, that boy got booked for nothing

Skilla got a glizzy on him, Juntao, push the button

[Verse 7: Skilla Baby]

Labels say they want me, told 'em, "Send a million, not a hundred"

Hop up out the bushes, up my cutter, glizzy got a button

I heard his co-de told on him, man, that boy got booked with Gunnas

We'll kill a nigga mama, I'm an evil motherfucker

[Verse 8: Tee Grizzley]

Uh, I don't mean no harm, but your house on my arm

Trench baby, hot and ready, extra butter parm

Opps come to my house, I ain't got no alarm

I got some shit that if it graze 'em, still'll break they arm

Bitch cold, park the Rolls, come here, where you headed?

Nigga, Skilla bought like three more chains and a Patek

We ain't tryna beef with niggas, bro, let's go on and did it

That's how you rock them boys to sleep, brodie not gon' stretch 'em

[Outro: Tee Grizzley]

That's how you rock them boys to sleep, brodie not gon' stretch 'em