Cassidy – Ice Cream

everything i write nice,but i freestyle err day tho

money aint nothin im husslin wild yayo

i stay on my J-O

i play tha passenger side of tha geene

eatin fettucini alfredo

my chick ass fat but her waist like J-Lo

i ball but not in tha leauge like A/O

no way yo

i get mine soft like play dough

my coke off white like mayo

yo you betta lay low for you get laid down

whole lotta cats that had heart in tha grave now

whole lotta cats that was smart is in tha cage now

thats why i stays wit my pound dont put my blade down

im paid now i got G’s wit me

i cant rely on security to sqeeze for me

cause believe when you me

when tha chrome to ya dome ocky

ya body guards gon be tryin to gurad they own

i could ride tha best verse you heard in ya life

then rip it up

ya greatest hits like mixtape shit to us

stay wit a spliff in the cup stay twistin up

liquored up off tha hawk i henney an hip it up

an my wrist man i lit it up

my bezel got so many pebbles bam-bam couldnt lift it up

but try an stick me up blam blam stiffin up

ain’t no stitchin up them holes

ya soul liftin up

but im still pitchin on tha stove whippin up

thinkin bout them franklins stinkin tha kitchen up

yup i be dealin an fillin them coke bags

but been ill wit tha pencil an notepad

i been hot from the start

an i aint just a battle rapper

hotel on tha top of the chart

im dealin weight got real estate

an go shoppin for art