Ice Rink

Lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron] Yo, I'll start this bitch Fuck, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: BabyTron] Spin the 'Cat, turn the street to an ice rink Opened up a 'bow of that Fart, now my eyes pink Diamond boy, spent one-fifty on just five links Vin Diesel when I'm on that road, Kidd Tyrese [Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd] Just bust another 'Rex 'cause the stove on high heat I bought my bitch red bottoms 'cause she is not cheap I'm crankin' at a high level and that's high-key Got a better chance beefin' with God than tryin' to fight me [Verse 3: BabyTron] 3.00 Blackouts, try and fight these Marni hit me for a band on a white tee Wear it once, throw it out, fuck a dry clean Boy, you a fan, you be rappin' on our type beats [Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd] I had Tron punch this bitch, yеah, this flight cheap Gen5 with the switch on hеr, this a nice heat At the Garden, courtside with the Knicks like I'm Spike Lee I just bought a deuce and dropped it in a Lipton, this a spiked tea [Interlude: BabyTron] Shit, fuck, hey Ayy, okay, Kidd, you got me back in that vintage bag ShittyBoyz [Verse 5: BabyTron] Oh, he Superman? Got a blicky just for Clark Kent Opp want some weed, hit his 'za with some carfent' Thousand-dollar boots unlaced out of Farfetch Plug got some yellow and some red, that's some Carmex Crocs forty dollars, jeans a rack Why you tryna use your feet? Got a beam attached Drove the sleeve to Saks, spent a sleeve in Saks Bitch got a wide body with the demon cat [Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd] I got a new chop, yeah, I'm finna slip and slide [?][1:02], bitch, you better get inside I just sold off some pills, they had fent' inside This bitch pussy real big, I can't fit inside I'm gettin' off in a vintage tee Get down and lay down like I'm Memphis Bleek If the rap don't work, then my pimpin' P I just beat my bitch up 'cause she rolled a Swisher Sweet [Interlude: KrispyLife Kidd] Man, I gotta stop puttin' my hands on these hoes But I be so irritated But go ahead, Tron, I'ma let you get back to it [Verse 7: BabyTron] When I'm headed up north, gotta stop in Beecher The whole gang on the court, but the opps on bleachers If you call your chain ice, I just copped a freezer Eighty-four on the forecast, I might rock a beater Shit, I feel like Kid and I'm with Kidd Life great, fast whip with a big crib Why you got a vest? Headshots, we don't hit ribs Gang walkin' in, boy, you better keep your bitch hid [Verse 8: KrispyLife Kidd] Made the car go "Oom," this a stick shift Keep your bitch out my way or she gon' get hit I'm off Percs right now, she gettin' limp dick Catch you on a date with your bitch and get her tits hit I can still get you birds, I just bought a rooster I'll still get buckets, but I'm not a hooper You ain't never shitted on a club, you is not a pooper I'll drop a random fifty on your block like I'm Corey Brewer