Ice Cream & Kush Mintz

Bitches say I'm cold like naked in the wind
Know I go crazy wit a paper and a pen
Still a hothead I been that like ever since
I can never change man that shit done make no sense
No I'm not a felon but let 12 tell it
I can't touch bullets with my own fingerprints
I can't get pulled cuz they gon smell it
I just got some Ice Cream and some Kush Mints

These Perc 30s not mints
All my 20s green like the Grinch
Smoking on gas leave a stench
Ima do the dash on em quiccer than a flinch
Niggas be so lame I swear to God it make me cringe
I just wanna make money, not friends
Know a nigga walking in his raps he got a Benz
Know a nigga talking all that cap he gotta end

Bitch I got exotics so how much you tryna spend
Wanna Cashapp me have the payment ready sent
I don't care if I gotta do it all again
Stretch 28 grams into 35 tens

Plotting so I'm rubbing my hands with a grin
Palms started itching now where the fucc is my ends
Niggas wanna play I turn into the devils twin
I said what I said you know ain't no backpedalling
Bitch I'm still sicc I never went and got medicine
Tell the nurse to come to my personal residence
You don't understand me I feel like an alien
Try to wrap ya mind around the shit ya head'll spin

Bitches say I'm cold like naked in the wind
Know I go crazy wit a paper and a pen
Still a hothead I been that like ever since
I can never change man that shit done make no sense
No I'm not a felon but let 12 tell it
I can't touch bullets with my own fingerprints
I can't get pulled cuz they gon smell it
I just got some Ice Cream and some Kush Mints

Bitch I got exotics so how much you tryna spend
Wanna cashapp me have the payment ready sent
I don't care if I gotta do it all again
Stretch 28 grams into 35 tens

Bitch I went ghost niggas asking where I been
I was getting scratch like irritated skin
I can't take a loss so I gotta play to win
I was taking all these chances knowing what I'm up against
When I ran from 12 you know had to jump the fence
In the trenches I got blood on my blacc Timbs
Seen a black Honda that was tryna spin the bin
Still made it to the trap early in the am

Bitches say I'm cold like naked in the wind
Know I go crazy wit a paper and a pen
Still a hothead I been that like ever since
I can never change man that shit done make no sense
No I'm not a felon but let 12 tell it
I can't touch bullets with my own fingerprints
I can't get pulled cuz they gon smell it
I just got some Ice Cream and some Kush Mints



Credits
Writer(s): Rohan Carnegie Jr
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