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OD Waldo - Icery Freestyle Lyrics



OD Waldo - Icery Freestyle Lyrics




I'm the one that got the ball now And I'm the one that your favorite sale call
Now All this money got me feeling like a star now
My plug behind me, bitch, I'm ready to take off now
From out the county, get from round me if you ain't for me

Remember when I was nobody, them bitches ignored me
I kept f*cking up my pack, Letting friends short me
Got on my shit, learned how to hustle, free my nigga forri (Free Gotti)
And I got the 40, I gotta keep it case a nigga try and run down on me

Cause I be by my lonely, and I ain't dick eating a nigga just to be my homie
Say you f*ck with me, all you want, I go off what you showed me
Remember who I started with, me, Pound and Kobe
Was f*cking with some other niggas, but them niggas phony

Them niggas try to steal the swag, them niggas try to clone me
Under my Instagram page, watching like they the police
I'm in the field like Mike Vick, play offense, try and duck a blitz
Feinds keep going out off the fent, and the jackboys out they tryna hit a lick

I f*ck on your bitch, I give her the dick She feeling my swag, a young nigga slick
No feelings involved, cause that's not my bitch
If she not f*cking bro she gotta dip, I tote the 45 it got kick
No more pocket rockets bitch we got sticks I move around with it on my hip

So you acting bad, then you getting hit I got the racks in the V6
I got the packs all in my dip Don't know the cost taking these risks
Hugo Boss all in my drip, I got a block I don't play the phone
I was 16 when I left home Never thought I'd make it on my own

I'm in the field and I'm moving zones These niggas out here really in the way
They really out here trapping for some clothes I'm really out here trapping for my home
Cause my peoples can't do it alone, l stashed them bands in vacant houses,
What you know about shaking back on the road? I got a bad bitch go up Coppin

And that bitch chasing all her goals, She said that street shit getting old
But she know I'm really in the hole I be really serving double O's
Tryna blow off selling blow (off selling blow man)
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I'm the one that got the ball now And I'm the one that your favorite sale call
Now All this money got me feeling like a star now
My plug behind me, bitch, I'm ready to take off now
From out the county, get from round me if you ain't for me

Remember when I was nobody, them bitches ignored me
I kept f*cking up my pack, Letting friends short me
Got on my shit, learned how to hustle, free my nigga forri (Free Gotti)
And I got the 40, I gotta keep it case a nigga try and run down on me

Cause I be by my lonely, and I ain't dick eating a nigga just to be my homie
Say you f*ck with me, all you want, I go off what you showed me
Remember who I started with, me, Pound and Kobe
Was f*cking with some other niggas, but them niggas phony

Them niggas try to steal the swag, them niggas try to clone me
Under my Instagram page, watching like they the police
I'm in the field like Mike Vick, play offense, try and duck a blitz
Feinds keep going out off the fent, and the jackboys out they tryna hit a lick

I f*ck on your bitch, I give her the dick She feeling my swag, a young nigga slick
No feelings involved, cause that's not my bitch
If she not f*cking bro she gotta dip, I tote the 45 it got kick
No more pocket rockets bitch we got sticks I move around with it on my hip

So you acting bad, then you getting hit I got the racks in the V6
I got the packs all in my dip Don't know the cost taking these risks
Hugo Boss all in my drip, I got a block I don't play the phone
I was 16 when I left home Never thought I'd make it on my own

I'm in the field and I'm moving zones These niggas out here really in the way
They really out here trapping for some clothes I'm really out here trapping for my home
Cause my peoples can't do it alone, l stashed them bands in vacant houses,
What you know about shaking back on the road? I got a bad bitch go up Coppin

And that bitch chasing all her goals, She said that street shit getting old
But she know I'm really in the hole I be really serving double O's
Tryna blow off selling blow (off selling blow man)
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Writer: Howard Gwaltney II
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Performed By: OD Waldo
Language: English
Length: 3:34
Written by: Howard Gwaltney II
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