Too Icey - Drakeo The Ruler

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 strtched

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