Iceberg Songtext
Stay swanky...
Yeah, it's Coolie yo, I hit you with the cold emoji
No emotion, acting like I'm frozen, homie
Chosen to be out here in the open, homie
You don't know me, I ain't much for comforting so don't console me
Pass me that fedora right there by the Zippo
Please don't make this hard and let's go bout it simple
Let's be legendary, talking monumental
Talking highly mental, apply pressure right there by the temple
Yeah, it's Coolie yo, I hit you with the cold emoji
No emotion, acting like I'm frozen, homie
Chosen to be out here in the open, homie
You don't know me, I ain't much for comforting so don't console me
Pass me that fedora right there by the Zippo
Please don't make this hard and let's go bout it simple
Let's be legendary, talking monumental
Talking highly mental, apply pressure right there by the temple
Mobbing with the mobsters in the Windy
At Forest Park when I'm in Chicago city
We can shop on Michigan for Fendi
And all the hustlers in between got good and plenty
Big cold chilling, big swanking on 'em
Y'all should thank'em for it, y'all been aching for a statement on'em
I hope it's resonating, ain't no hating on 'em
I done went so cold that everywhere I go I'm skating on 'em
Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh
(Let's go! Let's go!)
You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh
(Hahahaha)
Cold blooded, nigga!
My temperature is Lakeshore in winter time Ain't waiting for nobody else to give me mine
I ain't see you with me, we was hunting meals
So you ain't sitting with me when it's dinner time
Really tho, the nerve that you could think you're so deserving
I ain't with it so I'm curving, everybody getting swerved
And I ain't saying that your purpose isn't real or isn't worth it
Your proposal here is lacking certain passion so it's curtains
Can't nobody hold me, Coolie cold about it
I make it difficult to ask you what you know about it
While you being petty, salty, acting like a hoe about it
You can cry a river, go around and build a float up out it, hmm
I wonder why he act like he don't give a shit
Tryna be the savage takes some practice, please remember this
My level of acid isn't average, he's ridiculous
And he can be relentless in his efforts towards his frigidness, ah!
Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh
(Let's go! Let's go!)
You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh
They call me Nefarious X-Raided, yours truly
Kenyatta’s Revenge chilling with (Iceberg Coolie, nigga)
Mobile mechanic, everywhere I go I got that toolie
Kill a pigeon if Joey send me the word that he a stoolie, yeah
I be on my South Side Sac shit
That Ronald Regan 'War on Drugs', 'Paid In Full' crack shit
Gang banging, walking to the store, better watch your back, bitch
Assassins like Raymond Reddington, have you on that Black List
Swank Sinatra sent me to paint ya block up
No gimmicks, No Limit, you gon need a tank to stop us (uhhh)
I’m a Master with P’s, the Kane gets chopped up
I got keys, ounces and G’s, we slanging it wet or rocked up
Used to be Levi’s and khaki suits, now we in three pieces
Paid college tuition for two nephews and three nieces
Bought the property, fuck a mortgage payment, who needs leases
We the leaders, pressing the line like starch and clean creases (Bloc!)
Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh
(Let's go! Let's go!)
You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh
(Hahahaha)
Iceberg Coolie, nigga...
At Forest Park when I'm in Chicago city
We can shop on Michigan for Fendi
And all the hustlers in between got good and plenty
Big cold chilling, big swanking on 'em
Y'all should thank'em for it, y'all been aching for a statement on'em
I hope it's resonating, ain't no hating on 'em
I done went so cold that everywhere I go I'm skating on 'em
Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh
(Let's go! Let's go!)
You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh
(Hahahaha)
Cold blooded, nigga!
My temperature is Lakeshore in winter time Ain't waiting for nobody else to give me mine
I ain't see you with me, we was hunting meals
So you ain't sitting with me when it's dinner time
Really tho, the nerve that you could think you're so deserving
I ain't with it so I'm curving, everybody getting swerved
And I ain't saying that your purpose isn't real or isn't worth it
Your proposal here is lacking certain passion so it's curtains
Can't nobody hold me, Coolie cold about it
I make it difficult to ask you what you know about it
While you being petty, salty, acting like a hoe about it
You can cry a river, go around and build a float up out it, hmm
I wonder why he act like he don't give a shit
Tryna be the savage takes some practice, please remember this
My level of acid isn't average, he's ridiculous
And he can be relentless in his efforts towards his frigidness, ah!
Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh
(Let's go! Let's go!)
You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh
They call me Nefarious X-Raided, yours truly
Kenyatta’s Revenge chilling with (Iceberg Coolie, nigga)
Mobile mechanic, everywhere I go I got that toolie
Kill a pigeon if Joey send me the word that he a stoolie, yeah
I be on my South Side Sac shit
That Ronald Regan 'War on Drugs', 'Paid In Full' crack shit
Gang banging, walking to the store, better watch your back, bitch
Assassins like Raymond Reddington, have you on that Black List
Swank Sinatra sent me to paint ya block up
No gimmicks, No Limit, you gon need a tank to stop us (uhhh)
I’m a Master with P’s, the Kane gets chopped up
I got keys, ounces and G’s, we slanging it wet or rocked up
Used to be Levi’s and khaki suits, now we in three pieces
Paid college tuition for two nephews and three nieces
Bought the property, fuck a mortgage payment, who needs leases
We the leaders, pressing the line like starch and clean creases (Bloc!)
Nigga, don't act like you ain't know, oh-oh-oh
(Can't act like you don't know, nigga)
I don't know if imma be back, let's roll, oh-oh-oh
(Let's go! Let's go!)
You gon have to catch me on that road, oh-oh-oh
(I'm on the road, what's up)
Feeling like Iceberg Slim, I'm cold, oh-oh-oh
(Hahahaha)
Iceberg Coolie, nigga...
