icecreambuick

arm out the window

work to the tempo

rims go round

like cigars full of indo

ride when you

some beat down

windows up and the bass up loud

see the apline blastin'

petal i'm mashing

windows up

they tell me i'm the best and i know they ain't gassin'

looking like christ

sippin ain't passion

i ain't even smoke

still the tray full of ashes

everytime i pass

you're laughing

you're sitting at your mama's crib actin' like you rappin'

say you gettin' famous

i say you're still nameless

you say you been trainin'

i say you been wastin'

time of your life

you gonna die one day

and regret trynna copy every word that i say

bitch

it's in me

never been training

hand me down clothes

while you stuck rockin'

no brand names on my tags

escort and hand me down rags

no glock in my wood grain dash

i kill em off like the way that i rap

switchblade still stuffed in my pants

let me know if you want to meet death

ice cold flow

see the frost on the glass

let me know if you trynna be next

try too hard but bitch i do this

ice cold flow

one hand

i'm cruisin'

never pop

never playin' no shoot

and vanilla paint job on my ice cream buick

chocolate

my seats

and my trunk go bananas

shake

earthquake

know it's young bones jammin'

girls ain't dancin'

eyes ain't gluin'

i ain't even looking but i found that chooga