Lyrics Nines – Ice City

Likkle T & Skrapz:
Zino Records
BOOM
CSB, ICB

Skrapz:
BOOM
I’m smoking cannabis weed
Driving around doing dangerous speed
Thinking how the shit would be if all my niggas were free
I got a lot of fire burning in me
And if it wasn’t for the filthy 5-0 everyday I’ll have a burner with me
I turn pennies to pounds
Driving round with a trey pound that can turn a stone cold killer to clown
Anytime I touch down in your town, shutdown big smile on my face
Who’s feeling me now
My names ringing like a telephone
Would you believe all the money that I own’s from a telephone
I live a life where tomorrows here you never know
But a nigga couldn’t give a fuck at all
Anythings possible
Ayo I make this shit back if I lost it all
I go hard till the day I reach hospital
Me and my niggas unstoppable
Money on my mind, mission impossible
BOOM

All this money that we making
But it’s a risk we be taking
All these bricks we be breaking
Ice City got the game on lock

Fatz:
Trying to make flips like a dope thing
But more time I got to make the chrome spin
To show them I ain’t joking (I do)
And after 7 niggas know they can’t drive past (nah)
I’d sky something out your arse watch it fly fast
I know you see the ice even when the lights off
Certain days we might floss
Fuck what the price cost
Yeah he saw the pump, then he couldn’t stop
Running down the road he was looking like Forrest Gump
Tryna get better things
Iced out roley with the leopard skin (ice city)
Try take that then I pepper skin
We never disagree
If a nigga is dissing me
Headshot history and that’ll be the end of that prick
And all the beef that’s going on you know we started that shit
Them man hit the deck and all I done is make the car skid (hahah)
South ride gwarning like they wan die
Roll through any ends and make Kahn fly

All this money that we making
But it’s a risk we be taking
All these bricks we be breaking
Ice city got the game on lock

Nines:
Oh well, he has to go
Reload the calico
Red dots on that niggas head
Toad from Mario
Them niggas food is like a broke boat it won’t sail
All this coke for wholesale I broke my old scale
Them niggas shooting in the air
I ain’t go no bullet holes
If I tried I couldn’t pose
JD bag full of O’s
I’m flawless with the words
Should be touring not on curbs
Me and Midge in the restaurant
All we talk about is birds
I love the grind plus hate it, frustrated
Nigga on my line talking bout his nine’s short and I just weighed it
These promoters ain’t got enough for me to do a show
Me and Shuts the crop circle, I don’t mean an UFO
I make history when I spit
Starboy, I’m always used to bitches on my dick
Always listening to Jack or some nipsy in the whip
Niggas on me for a feature, tell em miss me that shit
It’s Nines…

All this money that we making
But its a risk we be taking
All these bricks we be breaking
Ice city got the game on lock