Freddie Gibbs – Ice Cream Lyrics

Freddie Gibbs Ice Cream Lyrics (feat. Rick Ross)

Dope fiend (Uh)
(Woah 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)

Nigga took it from the box Chevy to the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
All night servin’ hard white, nigga, P Miller in the Diddy suit (Yeah)
Both seats, fuckin’ your bitch, had to put a baby in a nigga booth (Moah)
Hunnid bitches in the penthouse, I be too loud, let the nigga loot (Yeah)
I should fuck around, start a peep show (Yeah)
Let the sucker fuck, she a freak ho (Yeah)
Yeah, a rap nigga gotta eat though (Yeah)
Got bricks, nigga, Shaq free throw (Yeah)
I been on a package for a week though (Yeah)
Plug hit a nigga with the lingo (Yeah)
Better have my money by domingo (Yeah)
Got bricks, nigga, Shaq free throw
Yeah, bitch, all white bricks
Ho got caught with a four way, told on the whole damn gang
I don’t like that bitch
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, nigga, 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 niggas ’cause I’m speakin’ facts
Couple mill’ a duffle bag, I got a block to feed
Kill them 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 ’em yet
Her new boyfriend keep askin’, “Where you met him at?”

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)