Iced Up (feat. Suga Suga)

Burn one, burn one

I pull up to the club, valet park my coupe

I'm lookin' on the ground 'cause I lost my damn roof

I can sit real high but I'm squatin' real low (Whoa)

In a '07 Lambo, same color smoke (Whoa)

Yo girl in my ride, can ya drive a stick? (Yeah)

10 grand in my pocket like I sold a half a brick

Red monkeys on my ass, Gucci's on my face

Prada's on my feet, on my wrist I got that Jac

Don't ya like my chain? Don't ya like my grill?

Ain't I fresh? Ain't I fly? Baby girl, just keep it real

Wit' my paint like snot wit' the green booger guts

I blow my nose wit' hunneds; I don't give a flyin' fuck

Walked through the club, showed love to the DJ

Left, went home, and made it rain on the freeway (Dayum!)

Gucci Mane Laflare AKA Zone 6 Shawty

Hunned pack of pills turned the club into a block party

I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup

Pull up to the club lift both doors up

Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up

I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup

Pull up to the club lift both doors up

Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up

Everything's new, fresh out of the wrapper

Pull fresh out off of the lot wit' them thangs in a wrapper

Hold on, push button doors go up at the same time

Kush burnin', now I'm flushin' know its game time

I'm ridin' down Campbellton wit' both doors up

Persae in the changer wit' the dro rolled up

Spent 10 thousand in a day that's off a blunt in a row

200 thousand in a safe I'm 'bout to stunt on a hoe

She like, "Don't leave me!" bitch, you better get you a passport

Believe me, hoe we carry straps like the task force

It's easy, practice like you takin' a crash course

You down to your final hour you're makin' your last choice

I pull up at the club smokin' on a kush pack

I walk off in the front and get the whole line pushed back

Give ya boy a chance get your whole life fucked up

Do it with no hands now I'm so fuckin' iced up

I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup

Pull up to the club lift both doors up

Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up

I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup

Pull up to the club lift both doors up

Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up

Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maserati's and 'Vettes

On eight big coupes that ain't came out yet

Gucci catch, Gucci pay, Gucci talk, Gucci Mane

Run down P street, pistol draw, switchin' lanes

In a five-star hotel right by Lenox

Give 'em 500 dollars for 15 minutes

Two iced out chains, in a brand-new Range

Gave the valet a hunned, told him, "Keep the change"

When I walk through the mall, hoes tote my bags

Just take it to the counter, don't shake the tag (Dayum!)

Quarter pound of bubble kush bought it to smoke

Mix it with that purple threats call it the blurp

Get head, sippin' Cris', rollin' blunts, understand

Rub her down it's to embrace, do it with no hands

Suga Suga, Gucci Mane in my drop top 'Vette

And I'm drivin' with no hands

I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup

Pull up to the club lift both doors up

Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up

I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup

Pull up to the club lift both doors up

Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up