Sha EK, Edot Babyy - Ice Cream lyrics

(Elvis)

Fell in love with my hood, had to fall back
‘Cause niggas be cap in they rap
Fuck all this music shit
When it came down to the field
Bitch, I was quick to attack
Dumpin’ on anything, bitch, we the real DOA
I feel like we started this shit
They got me mad, put my heart in this shit
Spin through my side
See how hard it’s gon’ get

Respectfully, bitch, I got one in the head
But, it's five different opps in the blunt
But CBlu, we gotta put him in a runtz
Everything dead, gotta stand on that shit
I give a fuck ‘bout a D&D, she with the opps
Then you know that I’m punchin’ that bitch
I give a fuck ‘bout a D&D, she with the opps
Then you know that I’m punchin’ that bitch
(Grrah)

I just be buggin’ when I’m off thе meds
(Grrah) spin the Sev, watch ‘еm fled
Knockas on knockas, don’t run up on me
I keep one in the head, nigga
I’m never lackin’ (At all)
Beat a opp out his shoes
Could’ve clapped him (Could’ve clapped him)
Told Ek, "Pass me the ratchet, " like
Grrah (Grrah-grrah) , grrah (Grrah-grrah)
Kay Flock, he never did nothin’ (At all)
When they see me, they gon’ see me up it
Thought I was lack, got shot in his stomach
(Grrah-grrah-grrah)
Got a thottie, she ready for rumpin’
If she try to line me
You know that I’m dumpin’
Put the beam on his head, shoot his pumpkin
(Bow)
There’s no opps allowed in this function
(At all)
It’s a big ol’ party, you know we clutchin’
No, we ain’t goin’ for nothin’

It get lit if he slide on a revel
We on feet, what the fuck is a pedal?
Don't run ‘cause them bullets gon’ catch 'em
Make a nigga freeze, lookin’ like a statue
How the Gzz tryna link with the Folks?
Freshy, you really look like a joke
Bitch, we GDK, so all them gettin’ smoked
Spinnin’ they block, clutchin’ on a tote
How you every O shot with no pole?
I really do this, I just started rappin’
Run up on me, I’ma get to clappin’
Run up on me, then I’m causin’ havoc
We gon’ stretch a nigga, no elastic
Shoot good, play for the Mavericks
(Grrah, uh, shoot good play for the-
Grrah-grrah boom)

Fell in love with my hood, had to fall back
‘Cause niggas be cap in they rap
Fuck all this music shit
When it came down to the field
Bitch, I was quick to attack
Dumpin’ on anything, bitch, we the real DOA
I feel like we started this shit
They got me mad, put my heart in this shit
Spin through my side
See how hard it’s gon’ get