ICE CREAM KUSH

(álbum: DR TRAP 2 - 2022)

Oh Skinny, you wilding nigga
Nigga

Don't be disrespectful, get your ass robbed
Ice Cream Kush, a lotta pound up in the Trackhawk
I don't always muzzle, when I shoot I let that MAC talk
Never leave the crib without the MAC, I feel like Steve Jobs
Boy, I am not talking 'bout computers, shoot your laptop
Hop out, nice whip, did I just take your scalp off?
I could probably push a pencil through you 'cause you that soft
We be sipping codeine out the bottle, ain't got no cough
Nigga, life a movie, on the big screen
Ass lift, nose job, now I got a thick queen
I ain't even tryna test no paper 'less it's blue or green
Take a shower in the Masi' 'cause it's too clean
All these damn diamonds on my watch could probably freeze time
I can't live without one, never hear me saying, "She's mine"
Let me guess, you want me for my money, I could read minds
Baby, you won't get a dollar
Treat you like my bitch, you gon' get a collar
[?], we gon' get up out her
I don't know what bro put in this ganja, but it's getting louder
I don't know what these niggas is calling me, but I'm the doctor
Once your baby mama get off ecstasy then she a monster
How could all this cannabis be felonies if I'm a Rasta?
Nigga, I let that beat rock and I'm still kicking this shit hard
Go get Xanax, and this bitch spitting up three bars
Nigga, stand back 'cause this AR shoot three far
I'm just one nigga, why do I need three cars? Alright