Ice Cream Truck

Ratchets on deck passing pistols to my mans
Three killers with me with ski masks in the van
We gon' pull up like the ice cream truck
Straight out the window like the ice cream truck
Rolling down your block
'Bout to pop like rubber bands, have them bodies drop
Them kids never had a chance, when I pull up like the ice cream truck
Straight out the window like the ice cream truck

Everywhere I go niggas know I keep the pole, heater on me like I'm cold
Light your top up like a stove, broski roll with me before
Therefore he know how it go, if these opps ain't out on the block
Then we hopping out kicking doors, I just bought a K nigga I just bought a pump
And they right here in this van we ain't gotta pop the trunk

See, he thought it was safe, he thought all I did was rap
Till I showed up with them straps then I turnt up to the max yeah
I be getting paid nigga I be getting guap, I tell bronem get the dough like I heard somebody knock
Niggas hate me and my mans because we be getting bands
Fourty in my pants, tell the opps it's time to dance, boy don't make me come and find y'all
I be letting the iron off, hear shots when I'm firin' off, your brains on the sidewalk
And right after I pop 'em I swear I forget about 'em
Niggas claim the with the shits until I shoot the shit up out 'em yeah

Ratchets on deck passing pistols to my mans
Three killers with me with ski masks in the van
We gon' pull up like the ice cream truck
Straight out the window like the ice cream truck
Rolling down your block
'Bout to pop like rubber bands, have them bodies drop
Them kids never had a chance, when I pull up like the ice cream truck
Straight out the window like the ice cream truck

Bitch I think I'm Nino mixed with Al Pacino stacking chips like Pringles
I ball like Ochocinco, ice man Dean Malenko, my wrist look like sprinkles
Iron in my pants like I'm getting out the wrinkles
Take a nigga out and I ain't talking 'bout a date
Cook a nigga like a steak and fix his niggas like a plate
Like a pussy you get popped, send your ass to heaven's gates
Got the police on your block, decorate with yellow tape (go to church)

Okay fuckboy you softer than nerf, I'm lurking all through your turf
When I clap at you I turn families blue, I'm ma pop a nigga no smurf
These niggas clowns and I'm ma kill a clown so jokers don't post up
Been no joke, I don't smoke but I'm ma burn hard when I roll up
My mask on, my gloves on so I don't give a fuck who see me
That semi pop and start sending shots, I'll put you in a box like Houdini
Get smoked like loud packs when I pull up where your house at
Y'all bitch niggas, Y'all fugazi, my crew crazy we bounce back

Ratchets on deck passing pistols to my mans
Three killers with me with ski masks in the van
We gon' pull up like the ice cream truck
Straight out the window like the ice cream truck
Rolling down your block
'Bout to pop like rubber bands, have them bodies drop
Them kids never had a chance, when I pull up like the ice cream truck
Straight out the window like the ice cream truck



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Writer(s): Bradford Walter Anthony, Childs Langston Malik
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