Testo Too icey Drakeo The Ruler

Too icey

We are not the same you don’t have enough ice
I lift up my sleeve, and damn, almost went blind
It’s gon’ be really hard to see me under strobe lights
If you see me with a F&N, nigga don’t mind me
(Diego, Bankroll Got It)
He tried to run up on a chop, I had to clothesline him
Sneak dissin’ on the net got me dumbfounded
It’s gon’ be a lot of funerals and closed caskets
They was screamin’ free me, and now it go backwards
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net

Shooters with me that’s gon’ leave a nigga str?tched
Who don’t like me? I cam? in rockin’ Cartier Patek
Sneak dissin’ when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
Shooter with me that’s gon’ leave a nigga stretched
Who don’t like me? I came in rockin’ Cartier Patek
Sneak dissin’ when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey (uh shit)
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause I’m way too icey (uh shit nigga)
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments nigga, fuck who don’t like me

If you dig it, then you gotta get the shovel
Mud spillin’ while I’m dancin’ with the devil
I’m a villain, but the lord will be my shepherd
Stick talk, left his body like a leopard
Once again, can’t nobody do it better
A punk rocker, I be playin’ heavy metal
This was all, throw them fifty three hundred
I love the fit, but I gotta rock a drum with it
These is Bally’s from the police I’ma run in em’
I’m a felon on parole, plus there’s guns in here
Ain’t from the streets, I suggest you don’t come in here
I flood the studio with Neiman Marcus shopping bags

Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
Shooters with me that’s gon’ leave a nigga stretched
Who don’t like me? I came in rockin’ Cartier Patek
Sneak dissin’ when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
Shooter with me that’s gon’ leave a nigga stretched
Who don’t like me? I came in rockin’ Cartier Patek
Sneak dissin’ when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey (uh shit)
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause I’m way too icey (uh shit nigga)
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments nigga, fuck who don’t like me

Niggas don’t like me, and I’m glad they let me know it
I’ma sit outside his momma house, then read a poem
Don’t worry ‘bout them Bentley’s double parked, that’s just a song
Good punch lines, but I’ma do a nigga wrong
Where was niggas at when I was sittin’ in the can?
Where was niggas at when I ran through two hundred bands?
I’ma slap a nigga till’ he wake up out his dream
Then tell him how I left his BM house, and it was cream

What is real money? You don’t even know the meaning
To wake up, up in Heaven but still go to sleep with demon
What is real money? You don’t even know the meaning
To wake up, up in Heaven but still go to sleep with demon (the ruler)

Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
Shooters with me that’s gon’ leave a nigga stretched
Who don’t like me? I came in rockin’ Cartier Patek
Sneak dissin’ when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments on the net
Shooter with me that’s gon’ leave a nigga stretched
Who don’t like me? I came in rockin’ Cartier Patek
Sneak dissin’ when I know you is a fan, I’m too icey (uh shit)
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments, cause I’m way too icey (uh shit nigga)
Ain’t worried ‘bout them comments nigga, fuck who don’t like me