Ice Rink lyrics

[Intro: BabyTron]
Yo, I'll start this b*tch
f*ck, 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 b*tch 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, f*ck a dry clean
Boy, you a fan, you be rappin' on our type beats

[Verse 4: KrispyLife Kidd]
I had Tron punch this b*tch, 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]
sh*t, f*ck, hey
Ayy, okay, Kidd, you got me back in that vintage bag
sh*ttyBoyz

[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
b*tch 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], b*tch, you better get inside
I just sold off some pills, they had fent' inside
This b*tch pus*y 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 b*tch 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
sh*t, 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 b*tch hid

[Verse 8: KrispyLife Kidd]
Made the car go "Oom," this a stick shift
Keep your b*tch out my way or she gon' get hit
I'm off Percs right now, she gettin' limp di*k
Catch you on a date with your b*tch 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 sh*tted on a club, you is not a pooper
I'll drop a random fifty on your block like I'm Corey Brewer