Icy Narco Envy Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, man, it feels good to finally drop some music, I'm 'bout to freeze the streets
(Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti)
Frozen family, gang shit
(I really be drippin' just like Bacardi, drip)
(And my neck looking like a pool party)
Yeah, yeah
(Lil' Icy, I'm the heart of the party)
Don't start shit
No, I don't start shit
(Oh, yeah)
Ayo, Lil Mexico, pass the gas

[Verse 1]
I don't start shit, no
I don't start shit (Yeah)
I don't start shit (No)
I know that you envy me
I see all them signs of jealousy (Jealously)
I'm a legend, this my legacy, yeah (Legacy)
Fuck me to my melodies
I'ma break you down mentally
Frozen demons, frozen entities
Back then, yeah, she didn't want to sit next to me
Now you crave me 'cause I'm a celebrity
Got her stressin', left her heart frozen (Brr)
Through stress, I smoke a port (You dig)
Pull up flexin' in a Porsche (Skrrt)
Hit your bitch 'cause you a dork
Over anemic, a dork (Yeah)
Hanging in the trenches, I'ma smoke 'em by the pound, yeah
Panorama vision, yeah, I put this bitch in sport
Keep a Draco in the Jag, of course
Had intercourse before I left her course
Stripper bitch, I had her leg on the motherfucking [?]
Tryin' not to feel cursed, how she always in first?
Pain into sound, word to scar storage
Dance with the devil, it only gets worse
They love you then they hate you, that's the curse
Niggas be fake, fake diamonds your wa-a-a-atch (Bling)
Icy Narco out the to-o-o-op
Walk through the gates of hell from my spo-o-o-ot (Yeah)
Put my niggas in the jet, we ba-a-a-all
She infatuated with my ca-a-a-ar (Yeah)
Yeah, my demons took her soul
Flexin' on my ex, make her hate her life
Doing better without me, bitch, I know that's a lie
Now I'ma watch you cry, I'ma watch you die
Suckin' me for Fendi, but hey, them slides are nice

[Chorus]
Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti
I really be drippin' just like Bacardi
And my neck looking like a pool party
Lil' Icy, I'm the heart of the party

[Verse 2]
Huh, yeah
Shootin' at niggas, it's madness (Boom)
Play with my cards, I know magic (Yeah)
You finna die if you think that I'm lacking
You acting like it ain't gon' happen
Nigga, I'll send you my address (Pull up)
Come to my house and I'm lifting my mattress
Sending those bullets of passion
Aye, this shit look like tennis racket
Aye, aye, take your bitch for target practice
Aye, aye, fuck her like a porn actress

[Chorus]
Comme des Garçons, yeah, I got it on my Carti
I really be drippin' just like Bacardi
And my neck looking like a pool party
Lil' Icy, I'm the heart of the party