I.C.E Freestyle Lyrics

I can't punch a clock, but I can bust a brick

Know my shit hit, Jean said she want that fire shit

See a opp chop get to pointing like a fire stick

I ain't gon' argue with you nigga, I just got a switch

I just got a Glock, I knock all my heads down, by like 10 o'clock

Phones beating bad, my head hurt, they calling nonstop

Know you ain't tripping bout that bitch, knowing she a thot

Dumbass nigga

Pockets bulging baby think I'm horny, no I'm just up

I don't know bout lock in, but we can just fuck

Her last nigga phones ain't bam, bitch my phone's dump

My roll five pounds, weigh me down, I can't stand up

It's Four am, I'm shooting to a pop, ain't no heads missed

I don't work a nine to five bitch, I dump grits

His pockets empty and his phone's turtle, he don't dump shit

She let me cheat and take me back, she a dumb bitch

I'm on the interstate shooting do 200 flat

Brody ass broke, he can't answer when you ask him like how much you crack

We ain't fighting over hoes, all these bitches rats

And baby ass think I'm cheating cause my phone's smack

You can't spend the night bae, I gotta send you home

Yo nigga broke as a bitch, just leave him alone

He can't pay for shit, tell him go pick up a phone

I love when my jack ring, I get back in mode

My pockets need a ice pack cause them bitches swole

All my heads knocked down, I been on a roll

And my niggas punch shit, I don't pay for clothes

Lil bitch ask me where I been, I been getting throwed

Dumbass

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