Ice lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey, Azul)

[Verse 1]
All my n*ggas 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 b*tch 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 n*ggas 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 sh*t, 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 b*tch and sent her back, she can't spend the night
He talk that shoot-'em-up sh*t, 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 b*tch and sent her back, she can't spend the night
[Verse 2]
Tell a n*gga 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' sh*t
Whole lotta hundreds in my pocket, that's the same amount the chop carry
This just some regular sh*t to me, but this Burberry
I poured a deuce, but that ain't sh*t, 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, n*gga, that hammer tucked
Excuse my jewels, I know this sh*t 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 b*tch 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 sh*t, 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 b*tch and sent her back, she can't spend the night
He talk that shoot-'em-up sh*t, 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 b*tch and sent her back, she can't spend the night