Ice Cream & Kush Mintz Lyrics

Bitches say I'm cold like naked in the wind

Know I go crazy wit a paper and a pen

Still a hothead I been that like ever since

I can never change man that shit done make no sense

No I'm not a felon but let 12 tell it

I can't touch bullets with my own fingerprints

I can't get pulled cuz they gon smell it

I just got some Ice Cream and some Kush Mints

These Perc 30s not mints

All my 20s green like the Grinch

Smoking on gas leave a stench

Ima do the dash on em quiccer than a flinch

Niggas be so lame I swear to God it make me cringe

I just wanna make money, not friends

Know a nigga walking in his raps he got a Benz

Know a nigga talking all that cap he gotta end

Bitch I got exotics so how much you tryna spend

Wanna Cashapp me have the payment ready sent

I don't care if I gotta do it all again

Stretch 28 grams into 35 tens

Plotting so I'm rubbing my hands with a grin

Palms started itching now where the fucc is my ends

Niggas wanna play I turn into the devils twin

I said what I said you know ain't no backpedalling

Bitch I'm still sicc I never went and got medicine

Tell the nurse to come to my personal residence

You don't understand me I feel like an alien

Try to wrap ya mind around the shit ya head'll spin

Bitches say I'm cold like naked in the wind

Know I go crazy wit a paper and a pen

Still a hothead I been that like ever since

I can never change man that shit done make no sense

No I'm not a felon but let 12 tell it

I can't touch bullets with my own fingerprints

I can't get pulled cuz they gon smell it

I just got some Ice Cream and some Kush Mints

Bitch I got exotics so how much you tryna spend

Wanna cashapp me have the payment ready sent

I don't care if I gotta do it all again

Stretch 28 grams into 35 tens

Bitch I went ghost niggas asking where I been

I was getting scratch like irritated skin

I can't take a loss so I gotta play to win

I was taking all these chances knowing what I'm up against

When I ran from 12 you know had to jump the fence

In the trenches I got blood on my blacc Timbs

Seen a black Honda that was tryna spin the bin

Still made it to the trap early in the am

Bitches say I'm cold like naked in the wind

Know I go crazy wit a paper and a pen

Still a hothead I been that like ever since

I can never change man that shit done make no sense

No I'm not a felon but let 12 tell it

I can't touch bullets with my own fingerprints

I can't get pulled cuz they gon smell it

I just got some Ice Cream and some Kush Mints