[Intro] Boots on the porch Mud on the chrome Cool in my bones (Ice, ice, baby) [Verse 1] Truck bed frosted, cooler in the back Bible on the dash, pistol in my lap Grill still smoking, heart even colder Country girl queen with a chip on her shoulder Hometown small but the talk run big I sip shine slow, let it drip off my lip Heat in July, still I ride like it’s winter Ice in my veins, yeah, I slide through the center [Chorus] I’m ice, ice, baby Cold in the cut, go crazy From the dirt road dust to the city Got that chill on me, still on me (yeah) I’m ice, ice, baby Cool in the storm, God save me If you ride my lane, better pay me Got that drip on freeze, I’m Ice, ice, baby [Verse 2] Camo on the cap, bandana on the face Still say grace, still beat that case Blue lights flash but I glide past trouble Made my own lane out the cornfield rubble Double cup swinging in a broke-down Dodge Still hit the lodge, still run the whole yard From the red clay banks to the dead-end street I’m the chill in the air when the thunder gon’ speak [Chorus] I’m ice, ice, baby Cold in the cut, go crazy From the dirt road dust to the city Got that chill on me, still on me (woo) I’m ice, ice, baby Cool in the storm, God save me If you ride my lane, better pay me Got that drip on freeze, I’m Ice, ice, baby [Bridge] Heart been broken, froze in place Lines on my palm, scars on my face Pray for my soul, pray for my kin I’m a cold-blood sinner with a cross on the skin (yeah) Country girl rich in a broke-town way Got a whole lotta sin that I might not say If the law get close and the lights turn gray We gone peel out fast, let the taillights pray (skrrt) [ fast paced Rap Verse] Backroad chill Cooler in the truck bed, ice on fill Dust on my boots, but my neck stay still Too froze, too real (woo) Snapback low, that brim stay mean Copenhagen ring in my old blue jeans Chrome .45 in the bench-seat seam Mud on the tires, but the paint stay clean Backwood smoke and a Styrofoam lean Whole lotta trouble in a small-town scene Sheriff drive by, but he know my team ’Cause we tithe on Sunday, cook dope Monday evening (yeah) Ice on the chain, cold as a creek in December Ice in the cup, make a red-dirt night feel tender Ice in my veins when I ride, I remember Every hater talkin’ big, now they quiet like winter (Ice, ice) slide on the blacktop, baby (Ice, ice) backseat fogged up crazy (Ice, ice) cash in the console, gravy I’m a dirt-road boss, but my game stay wavy Mama say “girl, that rap too raw” But she sing every word when it come on aux Got a Bible on the dash, couple bricks in the box Two lives in a Dodge sittin’ up on blocks I’m a shotgun shouter with a outlaw mouth Say “sir” to your daddy, say “bet” to the South From the pine tree shade to the trap-house couch Got a halo dream and a demon route (yeah, yeah) [Chorus] I’m ice, ice, baby Cold in the cut, go crazy From the dirt road dust to the city Got that chill on me, still on me I’m ice, ice, baby Cool in the storm, God save me If you ride my lane, better pay me Got that drip on freeze, I’m Ice, ice, baby [Outro] Boots on the porch Moon on the hood Cold as the truth Still feel good (ice, ice, baby)
