IceCreamBuick

(アルバム： TEENAGER - 2013)

Arm out the window
Work to the tempo
Rims go round
Like cigars full of indo
Ride when you [?]
Some beat down
Windows up and the bass up loud
See the apline blasting
Petal I'm mashing
Windows up
They tell me I'm the best and I know they ain't gassing
Looking like Christ
Sippin [?] ain't passion
I ain't even smoke
Still the tray full of ashes
Everytime I pass
You're laughing
You're sitting at your mama's crib acting like you rapping
Say you getting famous
I say you're still nameless
You say you been training
I say you been wasting
Time of your life
You gonna die one day
And regret trynna copy every word that I say
Bitch, it's in me
Never been training
Hand me down clothes
While you stuck rocking [?]
No brand names on my tags
Escort and hand me down rags
No Glock in my wood grain dash
I kill em off like the way that I rap
Switchblade still stuffed in my pants
Let me know if you want to meet death
Ice cold flow
See the frost on the glass
Let me know if you trynna be next
Try too hard but bitch I do this
Ice cold flow
One hand
I'm cruising
Never pop [?]
Never playing no shoot
And vanilla paint job on my ice cream buick
Chocolate, my seats
And my trunk go bananas
Shake, earthquake
Know it's young Bones jamming
Girls ain't dancing
Eyes ain't gluing
I ain't even looking but I found that chooga