Freddie Gibbs - Ice Cream ft. Rick Ross

[Intro: Freddie Gibbs]
(Dope fiend)
Uh
(Woah Kenny)
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
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 (Yeah)

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]
Nigga took it from the box Chevy to the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
All night servin' hard white, nigga, P Milly 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
[?] got caught with a four by [?] on the whole damn gang
I don't like that bitch
I was pushin' on a interstate
Trunk full of way when my dawg woke up
Told him I just did a whole thing
Got a Fetty Wap no [?] cut

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
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)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
When it come to gettin' money, nigga, we the best (M-M-Maybach Music)
Put a chopper on you pussies, let the GPS
Gettin' dressed up for the club just to go be with rats (No)
Never speakin' with you niggas 'cause we speakin' facts
Couple mill' a duffle bag, I gotta block the feed
Kill 'em niggas, [?] they got a lot of lease
She told me I'm the richest nigga that she ever met
Twenty thou' Balenciagas, I ain't wet/wear 'em yet
Her new boy, freaky bags, said where you met him at

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
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)