Ice Cream

Yo

God Tier, nigga

Yo

Mal
Huh

Rifle on the coat hanger front door
Seven six-two hollows rupture your front lobe
Brain splatter looking like plasma
He got hit with a ghost
Pussy wet
Water
I gave her liquor
She drive the boat
Good weed
Imported from Cali
We get it out the mud
I never beef cause all of these hoods share the same cemetery
I ain't even get to get up on dude last February
Y'all niggas phony
My brother pushing white like Ben and Jerry's

Ice cream
We got ice cream
My dreams started with a dollar and some nice things
Bitch bad she drive an Impala and still rock white tees
I be cooler than Winter time and a light breeze
Pushing packs and serving P's on my agenda
Best believe I can't associate my self with Master Splinter
Jump the gates
Duck the feds
I gotta get back home for dinner
Whatever it takes
Bitch my life has been at stake
Since I was born
Being black outside of this world is like seeing a unicorn

When I fuck the world
All you gonna see is Mal dick in that porn
Wake up
Smoke a couple jays off the early morn
Start my day
Early bird gets the worm
But I pull up in the latest
You niggas'll get your turn
Maybe not
Beam up on my glizzy just to customize the baby Glock
Way these niggas scrutinize
I hate to have them get shot
Wrist watch
Fist balled up as if I punched the clock

Five five six's
They hit you your soul gonna levitate
My mom was in the trenches
She sold prescriptions to make it shake
She caught me in the kitchen
I'm water whipping my easy bake
I was on a mission
Them dollars help me re-innovate
Paper plates and saltine crackers
Them days going fade away
Them crackers trynna put me in a cage when they going free the slaves?
Day to day I'm smoking jays back to back thinking about my plays
I'm in a race to stack up the most chips
Who gonna be the first to lay



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Writer(s): Sukwhan Han, Sangyun Ahn, Kristopher James Hines
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