Ice Cream Lyrics by Freddie Gibbs (feat. Rick Ross)
Dope fiend (Uh)
(Whoa, Kenny)
Yeah, yeah
Dope boat go skrrt-skrrt, yeah, yeah (Bitch)
Thirty-four for that work-work, yeah, yeah (All white bricks)
Dope fiend got a pipe dream, yeah
Serve my neighbors thirty-four flavors, I got ice cream, yeah (All white bricks)
N**** took it from the box Chevy to the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
All night servin’ hard white, n****, P Miller in a Dickies suit (Yeah)
Boss shit, fuckin’ your bitch, I just put a baby in a n**** boo (Muah)
Hunnid bitches in the penthouse, I be too live, let the n**** Luke (Yeah)
I should fuck around, start a peep show (Yeah)
Like to suck and fuck it, she a freak hoe (Yeah)
Yeah, I rap n****, gotta eat though (Yeah)
Got bricks, n****, Shaq free throw (Yeah)
I been on a package for a week, though (Yeah)
Plug hit a n**** with the lingo (Yeah)
Better have my money by domingo (Bitch, yeah, all white bricks)
Got bricks, n****, Shaq free throw
Yeah, bitch, all white bricks
Hoe got caught with a four way, told on the whole damn gang
I don’t like that bitch (Skrrt!)
I was pushin’ on the interstate
Trunk full of weight when my dawg woke up
Told him I just did a whole thing of the Fetty Wap, no dog, all cut
Yeah, dope boat go skrrt-skrrt, yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Thirty-four for that work-work, yeah, yeah (All white bricks)
Dope fiend got a pipe dream, yeah
Serve my neighbors thirty-four flavors, I got ice cream, yeah
(All white bricks)
When it come to gettin’ money, n****, we the best (M-M-Maybach Music)
Put a chopper on you pussies with the GPS
Gettin’ dressed up for the club just to go be with rats (No)
Never speakin’ with you n***** ’cause we speakin’ facts
Couple mill’ a duffle bag, I got a block to feed
Kill them n*****, homicide, they got a lot of leads
She told me I’m the richest n**** that she ever met
Twenty thou’ Balenciagas, I ain’t wear them yet
Her new boyfriend keep askin’, “Where you met him at?”
Hah?
Dope boat go skrrt-skrrt, yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Thirty-four for that work-work, yeah, yeah (All white bricks)
Dope fiend got a pipe dream, yeah
Serve my neighbors thirty-four flavors, I got ice cream, yeah
(All white bricks)