Ice Cream

Lyrics

[Intro] (Elvis) [Chorus: Sha Ek] Fell in love with my hood, had to fall back 'cause niggas be cap in they rap Fuck all this music shit, when it came down to the field, bitch, I was quick to attack Dumpin' on anything, bitch, we the real DOA, I feel like we started this shit They got me mad, put my heart in this shit, spin through my side, see how hard it's gon' get [Verse 1: Sha Ek, Edot Baby] Respectfully, bitch, I got one in the head, but it's five different opps in the blunt But, CBlu, we gotta put him in a runtz, everything dead, gotta stand on that shit I give a fuck 'bout a DV, she with the opps, then you know that I'm punchin' that bitch I give a fuck 'bout a DV, she with the opps, then you know that I'm punchin' that bitch (Grrah) [Verse 2: Edot Baby] I just be buggin' whеn I'm off the meds (Grrah), Spin the Sеv, watch 'em fled Knockas on knockas, don't run up on me, I keep one in the head, nigga, I'm never lackin' (At all) Beat a opp out his shoes, could've clapped him, told Ek, "Pass me the ratchet," like Grrah (Grrah-grrah), grrah (Grrah-grrah), Kay Flock, he never did nothin' (At all) When they see me, they gon' see me up it, thought I was lackin', got shot in his stomach (Grrah-grrah-grrah) Got a thottie, she ready for rumpin', If she try to line me, you know that I'm dumpin' Put the beam on his head, shoot his pumpkin, there's no opps allowed in this function (At all) It's a big O party, you know we clutchin', no, we ain't goin' for nothin' [Verse 3: Sha Ek, Edot Baby] It get lit if he slide on a revel, we on feet, what the fuck is a pedal? Don't run 'cause them bullets gon' catch 'em, make a nigga freeze, lookin' like a statue How the Gzz tryna link with the Folks? Freshy, you really look like a joke Bitch, we GDK, so all them gettin' smoked, Spinnin' they block, clutchin' on a tote How you every O shot with no pole? I really do this, I just started rappin' Run up on me, I'ma get to clappin', Run up on me and I'm causin' havoc We gon' stretch a nigga, no elastic, shoot good, play for the Mavericks (Grrah, uh, shoot good play for the-, grrah-grrah-boom) [Chorus: Sha Ek] Fell in love with my hood, had to fall back 'cause niggas be cap in they rap Fuck all this music shit, when it came down to the field, bitch, I was quick to attack Dumpin' on anything, bitch, we the real DOA, I feel like we started this shit They got me mad, put my heart in this shit, spin through my side, see how hard it's gon' get