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Call up the plug, need me a pint, yuh

Full of mud, fucking your bitch, making her nut, yuh

I'm all in her guts, light up the blunt

We smoking some drugs, yeah, and we a little drunk

Rain on my wrist, it's causing a flood

Not on my roster, you don't make the cut

Got too much hoes, I just wanna be loved

But I'm focused on racks, no time for a bitch

Pour up the pint, open the fridge

Put that bitch back next to the sandwich

We a little lazy, just a little bit

J2 in the back, and he got a glitch

Only smoke gas, I don't take no syringe

know a few shooters, got a Glock with a switch

And they gon' bang for me, and that's a fact

I don't know you, but you seem a little wack

Come out the house, dressed in all black

Go cash out, come home with racks

Deads in the blunt, and we smoking they pack

Do this shit for fun, I don't even rap

I dropped a condom and the bitch got mad

She wanna fuck, but I got a stack

I keep a pump, I never lack

Swerving in the V, I might just crash

Can't talk to you, got a bitch and she bad

Tryna run it up and stack, still thinking bout drugs

Bitches wanna kiss on me, that's what I love

Got too much smoke, all in my lungs

But I don't give a fuck, keep rolling these blunts

Only fourteen, I have too much fun

I gotta slow down, cause no need to rush

But I'ma keep fucking these bitches like sluts

Youngboy Ice Cream

Youngboy Ice Cream

Call up the plug, need me a pint, yuh

Full of mud, fucking your bitch, making her nut, yuh

I'm all in her guts, light up the blunt

We smoking some drugs, yeah, and we a little drunk

Rain on my wrist, it's causing a flood

Not on my roster, you don't make the cut

Got too much hoes, I just wanna be loved

But I'm focused on racks, no time for a bitch

Pour up the pint, open the fridge

Put that bitch back next to the sandwich

We a little lazy, just a little bit

Jtwo in the back, and he got a glitch

Only smoke gas, I don't take no syringe

Know a few shooters, got a Glock with a switch

And they gon' bang for me, and that's a fact

I don't know you, but you seem a little wack

Come out the house, dressed in all black

Go cash out, come home with racks

Deads in the blunt, and we smoking they pack

Do this shit for fun, I don't even rap

I dropped a condom and the bitch got mad

She wanna fuck, but I got a stack

I keep a pump, I never lack

Swerving in the V, I might just crash

Can't talk to you, got a bitch and she bad

Tryna run it up and stack, still thinking bout drugs

Bitches wanna kiss on me, that's what I love

Got too much smoke, all in my lungs

But I don't give a fuck, keep rolling these blunts

Only fourteen, I have too much fun

I gotta slow down, cause no need to rush

But I'ma keep fucking these bitches like sluts