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Ice Cream Lyrics by BabyTron BabyTron , Soulja Boy, RiFF RAFF, YN Jay, Certified Trapper
Below, you will find the lyrics for Ice Cream by BabyTron.
What's up, nigga? You tryna smoke?
Back the fuck up, man
You throwin' breath all around this bitch, foggin' up my buffs
Man, why you talkin' to the custo' like that, man?
'Cause he a fuckin' custo', shorty, and he mine
Just cover your nose and shut the fuck up
Hey
Cuddy rockin' Levi's, but they the Denim Tears
You can't grow these 'bows in Michigan, you gotta send 'em here
Off the capital, should I play Sinclair or Saint Michael?
Think he lyin' 'bout his life 'cause he don't never say, 'Bible'
On your block, a scavenger, I'm tryna sightsee
With the Glock, I'm accurate, I'll put your ass up on a white tee
I try to do the average, I dropped a four up in an iced tea
Who the fuck just did your drank? Lil' brodie got some light green
Out the way, I bet I'd hit a deer without these high beams
Life a movie, bro'll pulled up shootin' up the fight scene
Cuddy breaking glass like he Shaq, servin' ice cream
You won't even see the postseason, y'all the ninth seat
New grip on the Drac', this bitch naïve
I been on tour all week, this like flight three
If you fuck with Certified Trapper, you get flights free
Soulja-fied Trapper, yeah, they comin' with some new marines
Sometimes the L's come before the dubs settle
Blowin' zotty, eyes red like I popped a blood vessel
Tap a hat and up a rank 'cause you ain't got enough level
First place when we racin', all I know is stump pedal
Top floor lookin' at the sky, I deserve this shit
If that ho don't make the right move, I'ma curve that bitch
Plug in Argentina
Grenades in the Lab, we should hit Karina
Big Backwood, nigga, I'm smokin' on Sherblato
Ridin' in a Hellcat, nigga, Grand Theft Auto
Smokin' on Backwoods, higher than Invader Zim
Make the wrong move, then the chopper gon' spray at them
Hit the location, where he at? I'm chasin' him
We ain't askin' no questions, nigga, you know we takin' shit
Hold on, big chopstick, nigga, this shit hold a hundred
Big zaza blunt, nigga stay blunted
Duffel bag a hundred K, nigga, all hundreds
Big Draco, nigga, I came up from nothin'
Ridin' with a baby AK, this a micro Drac'
Nigga got some bullshit jewelry, throw your ice away
Young nigga died for no reason, threw his life away
Bitch want Coochie Man yesterday, but she want Mike today
Bitch say she got her driver license, where your license plate?
You would think the Wock' hit the ground how they dropped the case
Why you keep flashin' dog money? That is not your pay
Somebody spreadin' cheese on the Doritos, it's a nacho day
Clap, clap, clap, clap, let me see that ass jump
Stinkin'-ass bitch, got on the same panties from last month
She ain't even get the BBL, she got the ass pumps
They used to show me love, but now they hate I got my cash up
Forty on me, bag up
Halloween, masked up
Ride it out, draft up
Split fifty with my last buck
Drew Brees, she got passed up
Stick up, put the cash up
Now he dead, dawg
What he said, dawg?
husky is my pedigree
If you not my pedigree, we can't exchange my energy
If you not what's next for me
If it's not a check for me, flex for free
Everything is PPV, it's pay-per-view
Car got satellite, Mercedes coupe is pastel baby blue
Screens hang like the fangs on 'em, mango saber tooth
I ain't graduated, but my house is guard-gated
Money stretch like Tom Brady
Cadillac was escalated
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