Ice Cups lyrics

[Intro: sampled + Mr. Muthaf*ckin eXquire]
I'm telling you this sh*t raw dude
So I know a n*gga that would headbutt you son and it would feel like a body builder would just hit you in the f*cking face
Full force n*gga
Know a n*gga that would headbutt you n*gga
And that sh*t would ruin your whole life
(Laughter)
Yeah, aye yo constrobuz man this beat is fire
You that n*gga
Even though you white you my n*gga
Still a n*gga
(Laughter)

[Verse 1: Mr. Muthaf*ckin eXquire]
Saggy ballsacks slapping the clit from the back
So many n*ggas bit my style man its time to give it back
Some of this sh*t yall be like wow
I be like wow this sh*t is wack
I say again, I got halal and Saint Ive’s on my breath
(Shrouded Imotech?) tip toeing with the TEC
Shots blowing leave a n*gga holey like an old cassette
All for the Oprah
In the bookings sleepin' on my coat
Hoping that my upstate warrant ain't show up
Got out
First thing I did was grab a hash brown
Breakfast snack wrap the meat was pork
So I threw it out
n*ggas acting like we cool
f*ck up out my face dude
We was just talking passing time
I don’t know you
Hit the crib, shower sh*t
Skip Bayless, Steven Smith
Woke my b*tch up
“Honey I’m home, time to suck some di*k”
New York changing
Now it’s like wild gentrification
I ain't even know that word until I had some white neighbors
(How ya doin man?)
Knock down the chicken spot
Turn it to a bike shop
Still got the liquor store
How much you got on this Ciroc
Ice cups and Gatorade
Green Tea and lemonade
Arizona tall boys, I pour and give mine a shake