Freddie Gibbs ft. Rick Ross - Ice Cream Lyrics

Yeah, dope, whoa, go skrrt, skrrt, yeah, yeah
34 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

Nigga took it from the box Chevy to the Bentley coupe
All night serving hard white, nigga, P Miller in a Dickie suit
Boss shit, fuckin' yo' bitch, I just put a baby in a nigga boo
Hundred bitches in a penthouse, I be too loud, let the nigga loot
I should fuck around start a peep show
Like to suck and fuck it, she a freak ho
Yeah, I rap, nigga, gotta eat though
Got bricks, nigga, Shaq free throw
I been on the package for a week though
Plug hit a nigga with the lingo
Better have my money by domingo
Got bricks, nigga, Shaq free throw, yeah, bitch

All white bricks
Ho got caught with a fourway, told on the whole damn gang
I don't like that bitch (skrrt)
I was pushing on the interstate
Trunk full of weight when my dawg woke up
Told him I just did a whole thing with the Fetty Wap
No dog, all cut

Yeah, dope, whoa, go skrrt, skrrt, yeah, yeah
34 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, nigga, we the best (Maybach Music)
Put the choppa on you pussies with the GPS
Gettin' dressed up for the club just to go be with rats
Never speaking with you niggas 'cause I'm speaking facts
Couple mil' a duffle bag, I got a block to feed
Kill 'em niggas, homicide, they got a lot of leads
She told me I'm the richest nigga that she ever met
Twenty thou' Balenciagas, I ain't wear them yet
Her new boyfriend keep askin' where you met him at, huh

Yeah, dope, whoa, go skrrt, skrrt, yeah, yeah
34 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)