Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ice Cream Truck, artist - Montana of 300. Date of issue: 26.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ice Cream Truck |
| Ratchets on deck passing pistols to my mans |
| Three killers with me with ski masks in the van |
| We gon' pull up like the ice cream truck |
| Straight out the window like the ice cream truck |
| Rolling down your block |
| Bout to pop like rubber bands |
| I bet bodies drop |
| Them kids never had a chance |
| When I pull up like the ice cream truck |
| Straight out the window like the ice cream truck |
| Everywhere I go niggas know I keep the pole |
| Heater on me like I’m cold |
| Light your top up like a stove |
| Broski roll with me before |
| Therefore he know how it go |
| If these opps ain’t on the block |
| Then we hopping out kicking doors |
| I just bought a K nigga I just bought a pump |
| And they right here in this van we ain’t gotta pop the trunk |
| See, he thought it was safe, he thought all I did was rap |
| Till I showed up with them straps then I turnt up to the max yeah |
| I be getting paid nigga I be getting guap |
| I tell bronem get the dough like I heard somebody knock |
| Niggas hate me and my mans because we be getting bands |
| 40 in my pants, tell the opps it’s time to dance |
| Boy don’t make me come find y’all |
| I be letting the iron off |
| Head shots when I’m firin' off |
| Your brains on the sidewalk |
| And right after I pop 'em I swear I forget about 'em |
| Niggas claim the with the shits until I shoot the shit up out 'em yeah |
| Bitch I think I’m Nino mixed with Al Pacino |
| Stacking chips like Pringles |
| I ball like Ochocinco |
| Ice man Dean Malenko |
| My wrist look like some sprinkles |
| Iron in my pants like I’m getting out the wrinkles |
| Take a nigga out and I ain’t talking 'bout a date |
| Cook a nigga like a steak and fix his niggas like a plate |
| Like a pepsi you get popped |
| Send your ass to heaven’s gates |
| Got the police on your block |
| Decorate with yellow tape |
| (Go to church) |
| Okay fuck boy you softer than Nerf |
| I’m lurking all through your turf |
| When I clap witchu I leave families blue |
| I’m a pop a nigga no smurf |
| These niggas clowns and I’m a kill a clown so jokers don’t post up |
| Been no joke, I don’t smoke but I’m a burn one when I roll up |
| My mask on, my gloves on so I don’t give a fuck who see me |
| That semi pop and start sending shots |
| I’ll put you in a box like Houdini |
| Get smoked like loud packs when I pull up where your house at |
| Y’all bitch niggas, Y’all fugazi |
| My crew crazy we bout that |