Ice Cream lyrics

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

[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
Dope boat go skrrt-skrrt, yeah, yeah (b*tch)
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 1: Freddie Gibbs]
n*gga took it from the box Chevy to the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
All night servin' hard white, n*gga, P Miller in a di*kies suit (Yeah)
Boss sh*t, f*ckin' your b*tch, I just put a baby in a n*gga boo (Muah)
Hunnid b*tches in the penthouse, I be too live, let the n*gga Lukе (Yeah)
I should f*ck around, start a peep show (Yeah)
Like to suck and f*ck it, shе a freak ho (Yeah)
Yeah, I rap n*gga, gotta eat though (Yeah)
Got bricks, n*gga, Shaq free throw (Yeah)
I been on a package for a week, though (Yeah)
Plug hit a n*gga with the lingo (Yeah)
Better have my money by domingo (b*tch, yeah, all white bricks)
Got bricks, n*gga, Shaq free throw
Yeah, b*tch, all white bricks
Ho got caught with a four way, told on the whole damn gang
I don't like that b*tch (Skrrt!)
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
[Chorus: Freddie Gibbs]
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)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
When it come to gettin' money, n*gga, 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 n*ggas 'cause we speakin' facts
Couple mill' a duffle bag, I got a block to feed
Kill them n*ggas, homicide, they got a lot of leads
She told me I'm the richest n*gga that she ever met
Twenty thou' Balenciagas, I ain't wear them yet
Her new boyfriend keep askin', "Where you met him at?"
Hah?

[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)