Ice Tray

(Album: Baby Talk 4 - 2017)

Look at my wrist, it's a ice tray (Huh), I'm smoking like Smokey on Friday (Uh)
I just got head in the parking lot, people saw it when they pulled up beside me (Huh)
These niggas hating, they Joe Budden (Bitch)
Run up on me and I'm gon' bomb 'em (Boom)
I'm selling gas out a 4 runner (Huh)
She got that ass and a throat on her (ayy)
That's my baby
I just got back in my rhythm with it (Huh), I got the gas in a rental with me (Gas)
I'm tryna get me some muhfucking money, I can't get it laughing and chilling with ya
You's a lil' boy, you a little nigga, it's a motherfucking joke, it's a silly nigga
He blowing smoke like an engineer, I fuck his ho like a prison nigga
Who buying dope? I got plenty with me
If he don't got a ride, then go get the nigga
And all of my rides got extensions with 'em
And I don't like this beat so I'm finished with it, nigga
Dig that'll fuck ya