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Pooh Shiesty - So Icy (feat. K Shiday) [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Vocals
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Vocals
SpiffoMadeIt
SpiffoMadeIt
Programming
K Shiday
K Shiday
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Radric Delantic Davis
Radric Delantic Davis
Songwriter
Xavier Dotson
Xavier Dotson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Amani "A $" Hernández
Amani "A $" Hernández
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Evan Melville
Evan Melville
Recording Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer
SpiffoMadeIt
SpiffoMadeIt
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

My lil' nigga turned into a rat, so it's fuck what we was You niggas gon' keep it honest, we tellin' lies to the judge Car hoppin', we servin' junkies, come through slow, we shootin' it up We got dirty sticks up in this GMC, shots out a moving truck I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like how it fuzz Fuckin' groupie bitches chasin' clout, they tryna ride my buzz Ayy, who the fuck is buddy them, them lil' niggas ain't come with us 1017, so icy summer, get down or come run with us (So Icy) I'm an animal, I promise it won't take long (It won't take long) I bake a cake, he beat it up I think he King Kong (Think he King Kong) Spend that money, get that bread, you know what he on (Sheesh) Patty cake, go back and forth just like a ping pong And you know me, I'm with the team, make it spread, 1017 Is a bird gon' sink or swim, trade your hoodrat for a gem Give me chocolate, M&Ms, dirty dancin' in the lens I be settin' all the trends, money heist, call me Berlin My lil' nigga turned into a rat, so it's fuck what we was You niggas gon' keep it honest, we tellin' lies to the judge Car hoppin', we servin' junkies, come through slow, we shootin' it up We got dirty sticks up in this GMC, shots out a moving truck I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like how it fuzz Fuckin' groupie bitches chasin' clout, they tryna ride my buzz Ayy, who the fuck is buddy them, them lil' niggas ain't come with us 1017, so icy summer, get down or come run with us Extortion, that what keep us paid, trappin' hard just to make a way Two bodies, 130K, burn the car, ain't no switchin' plates Them straight eights how we get away Do the dash, watch me shake the jakes Bad bitches, expensive taste, all my hoes got a 100K or better Ho talkin' 'bout she gon' post me on monday, I just might let her Gucci came, got to certify, he knew I was a stepper Nigga thinkin' shit cool, up with this chopper and watch me melt him Ayy, we might cash out with the plug and double back before we mail 'em My lil' nigga turned into a rat, so it's fuck what we was You niggas gon' keep it honest, we tellin' lies to the judge Car hoppin', we servin' junkies, come through slow, we shootin' it up We got dirty sticks up in this GMC, shots out a moving truck I just poured a trey up in a Fanta, I like how it fuzz Fuckin' groupie bitches chasin' clout, they tryna ride my buzz Ayy, who the fuck is buddy them, them lil' niggas ain't come with us 1017, so icy summer, get down or come run with us
Writer(s): Lontrell Williams, Not Sure, Kierra Hughley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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