Music Video
Nym Lo & Statik Selektah - Ice Jackets feat. Bun B, Termanology & Planet Asia
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nym Lo
Performer
Statik Selektah
Performer
Bun B
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nym Lo
Songwriter
Bun B
Songwriter
Termanology
Songwriter
Planet Asia
Songwriter
Statik Selektah Patrick Baril
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Statik Selektah
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Statik Selektah
[Verse 1]
Sippin' on Veuve
Ice Jackets keep the temperature cool
Toast to the winners that's bending the rules
Forty on me, militant moves
No time for frivolous feuds
Don't get it confused
New York ****, Yankee fitted, Timberland boots
Sit in the coupe
Get rid of the roof
Ya man got you walkin', ma? Get in the coupe
My flow is fabulous like a got a chip in my tooth
I'm gettin' money, why the fuck would I listen to you?
My man said the work a nine and I could hit it with two
I put a one on it to make sure that shit is the truth
My heart breaks when I ace and this point was a deuce
I'm even pissed thinking 'bout it as I'm talking to you
I goes
Off in the booth
Horses, often I do
When they didn't think Lauren was cool
Respect my shit
'Cause I kills every fit, bring the coroner through
Flyest **** that came off of the stoop
Lo
I sing solo, Moet and pink polo
Spend a hunnid thousand on clothes with the logos
My champagne bubble bath water pink
Quarter mink
Shawty started battin' her eyes when she saw the link
The type of love I get can't be purchased
Paid for my past mistakes, now I know my purpose
I dropped so many songs they stopped saying congrats
Been around the globe, I tell you it ain't flat
Stop saying normalize when normally all you do is lie
Talkin fast twistin' ya words
That's do or die
Y'all don't be moving pies
Y'all will get crucified
Hog tied, muzzled and stripped, lucky if you survive
I'm a business owner
I don't get taxes back
Wrapping them packs for 34
That's a hack a Shaq
Packing the MAC in back of the 'Ac
Let it rat-a-tat
This is how you gotta go in when you rap with stack
[Verse 2]
I pull up into ya city with my mind on my mula
With more flex than a yogi and more drip than a jeweler
Gave birth to you rap **** like I'm a doula
I hit ya medulla oblongata with a toola
Motherfucker better know the rules and try to obey 'em
Or the place I see 'em breaking 'em is where I'ma lay 'em
See first I'ma fillet 'em then simmer sauté 'em
Then soufflé 'em
Trust me, they won't live to see the AM
If Statik made the beat then I'ma give it my best flow
You fuck with him, I give you the business like TS though
Some of y'all rap way more than me
But seeing less dough
That's hustling backwards, like Kriss Kross pants, so just know
I let the beat breathe and damn near made you pass out
I put my city on yo city, put yo ass out
You made a baby with her, she callin' me baby though
I'm showing off with Statik, the trillest shit on your radio
[Verse 3]
Yo, never get bogus
Sideshow, I even seen a lotus
Hat flipped up, hoes promote us
It's the P
Hide ya prized possession
Flooded the biscuit with the upper echelon
Don when ya thinkin' of effervescent
Power presente
Du-rag presidente
Statik Selek is magic on deck
Caliente
I could easily charge a ticket for the verse
'Cause it's a hurst
Every time I shed my light through the universe
My photosynthesis, intense it is
You feel the ecstasy like
Fucking off a pill real sensitive
Used to listen to Bad Brains with Chemit
On some quantum physics
Runnin' through routines like a Tasmanian
World traveler
The mother of my son is Kurdish
My son speaks German, English, and Turkish
World still buggin' off my first shit
The bag from Bill Barron had me chilling with ya parents on some jerk shit
Eating jerk fish
Written by: Bernard Freeman p/k/a Bun B, Daniel Domingo Carrillo, Daniel Domingo Carrillo p/k/a Termanology, Jason Green, Jason Green p/k/a Planet Asia, Kenneth Jay Wilkerson Jr., Kenneth Wilkerson p/k/a Nym Lo, Statik Selektah Patrick Baril
