Ice

[Intro]
(Hey, Azul)

[Verse 1]
All my niggas with that bop-bop
I'm a backyard bandit, I door knock
Be cool 'fore I kill you, I'm a loose cannon
My bad bitch keep tryna teach me 'bout the scammin'
But I'm a D-boy, I sell drugs
And tell them OTs we get them buds
I smoke Cooks, I smoke Runtz and Gelatos
In the streets, bullets open niggas like potholes
Lean abuser, I'm a die-hard junkie
Don't own a Frenchie, but we got rich off puppy
She smell the cologne, it's expensive, her panties wet
When I'm done, she goin' home, but I ain't finished yet

[Chorus]
He talk that shoot-'em-up shit, but that's not his life
Whole lot of pictures with jewelry on, but that's not his ice
Lil' brodie got his hoodie on, he tryna earn some stripes
Hit his bitch and sent her back, she can't spend the night
He talk that shoot-'em-up shit, but that's not his life
Whole lot of pictures with jewelry on, but that's not his ice
Lil' brodie got his hoodie on, he tryna earn some stripes
Hit his bitch and sent her back, she can't spend the night

[Verse 2]
Tell a nigga watch his tone, ain't no checkin' me
I be sellin' black and white, I'm a referee
If I like, I buy, you wouldn't believe how much I paid for this
Tryna change my life 'cause I be hoppin' out, spankin' shit
Whole lotta hundreds in my pocket, that's the same amount the chop carry
This just some regular shit to me, but this Burberry
I poured a deuce, but that ain't shit, I'm spillin' new drank
He think it's cool, but when I see him, I'm still shootin' him
I pack a tool, don't be a fool, nigga, that hammer tucked
Excuse my jewels, I know this shit in here actin' up
Ridin' in that black truck like the president
Famous flocker, I was terrorizing residents
Hop out the whip, boogie down, make a mess
I got a bitch that ran it up off droppin' checks
Sip Wock', switch gears, might wreck
Flooded wrist, froze ears, froze neck

[Chorus]
He talk that shoot-'em-up shit, but that's not his life
Whole lot of pictures with jewelry on, but that's not his ice
Lil' brodie got his hoodie on, he tryna earn some stripes
Hit his bitch and sent her back, she can't spend the night
He talk that shoot-'em-up shit, but that's not his life
Whole lot of pictures with jewelry on, but that's not his ice
Lil' brodie got his hoodie on, he tryna earn some stripes
Hit his bitch and sent her back, she can't spend the night