Song Lyrics

Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg
Shoot a nigga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a nigga bout ta doze off
Big shit nigga talk big shit nigga
Big bread bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick nigga
Money spread like germs get sick nigga
Yea, And f*ck them other niggas,
1 nine hundred who want it I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I don't care if you was Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than a mothafucka Alps my nigga
I'm flier than a mothafucka stealth my nigga
Young Money shit top shelf my nigga
We the mothafuckas like Milf my nigga
Uh umm, Flow like Syringes
Yea I'm in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I wan in the trenches, now I'm in the Trump
And everybody watch your back,wen your in the front
You ain't never safe stop playin' with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank yous,if you a hater
I'm eatin', yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune nigga, typhoon nigga
And if you think its sweet, buy a room nigga
Damu nigga, I'm on my gang shit,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin' up a mothafucking blunt,
Stupid fruity swag like a mothafucka runt
And I'm with my dog like mothafucking hunt
Everyday of the week is the first of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Cant tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin' like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this shit now I'm feelin' athletic
I I'm on a boat bitch, gettin' sea sick
Stop playin' I'm fresher then a degree stick
Street shit, well of course, I smoke mare weed
I'm on my high horse, please dont shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
And when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button, nigga just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller dont tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
Bitch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it,well boy we puntin'
Young Money baby we the shit weak stomachs
No Ceilings, mothafucka'

Dwayne Carter

The duration of Ice Cream is 4:04 minutes and seconds.