Chillin’ (Ice Cold)

Lyrics
[Verse 1: Grieves] I lay it down Looking like I walked through hell Rhyme sturdy though ain't nobody ringing my bell That's a sure shot, William Tell I go get them and I won't stop Rhythm compels The world listens when the show stops Only the quell can make venom so Don't let me catch your ass slippin' Mic check 1, 2 Hey, hey, ship called, mayday North Star fallin' out the sky like it's J-Day Back to the bay like K. Flay Baby, I'm a grown ass man, I don't nae-nae All I do is two step True def Blu-Ray vision on them R.S.E New wave going swimming on them Hold up (hold up) I'm 'bout to throw up Motherfuckers making me sick like Ebola Roll up put them on blast and it's over Got that Pappy Van Wink in a glass and a cold-shoulder I'm chillin' I'm chillin' [Chorus: Grieves] Phone keeps ringin', I ain't picking up They tuggin' on my strings, I ain't gettin' up I never mind 'em They all behind me They can talk that shit, now, whenever they want (Whenever they want) (Whenever they want) (Whenever they want, yeah) Ice cold [Verse 2: Romaro Franceswa] (I'm tellin' time, yeah) Now say what you want Private calls in them dinin' halls, we don't answer those Ain't comin' close to talkin' to souls that's sweet as cantaloupe I'm too dope To be phased by mirrors and smoke, mirages of hope The only time they're on demand, hah—is holdin' remotes Please don't play wit' me, you ain't a friend of me You know that's plain to see, they want to aim at me They know I am a G like 40 deep Might turn your squad into a vacancy like where your family be Please believe that we won't catch no felonies Oh, now we don't like the violence, but to stay alive boy, you've got to find balance Oh, that's the model for life And I ain't dappin' all these niggas, wouldn't throw 'em in a fight, no Take my spot that's what you want I'm heaven-sent, you irrelevant, so they can say what they want I'm chillin', I'm chillin' (Ice cold) [Chorus: Grieves] Phone keeps ringin', I ain't picking up They tuggin' on my strings, I ain't gettin' up I never mind 'em They all behind me They can talk that shit, now, whenever they want (Whenever they want) (Whenever they want) (Whenever they want, yeah) Ice cold
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Credits
- Writers
- Romaro Franceswa
- Grieves