Ice Cream - Jae Millz

Love town nigga till the day I die

Niggas had their time, still tryna get on mine

If you tried, then you flapped, then you had your chance

Now move and enjoy the rest of that fitine while you can

I always play it cool with these rap niggas

But fuck that, nigga, I’ll get in your ass, nigga

New boy George, I know that, nigga man, we calling cap

Niggas from the shotgun, bullets, we pass the niggas

Been here befo' and I’mma be here after niggas

They for the moment dope, but I’m for the everlasting nigga

Swerve it down, simple pads, since we’re blasting

Looking at the Dikeman blunt action with a stallion

Western nigga, Moroccan and Italian

My mom’s was a mixture, pops fresh off the Allan

Been hot since Ashley, bent slated her balance

Black buff Caesar, another African medallion

Take a few days, my team is stalling

Had to fight to make it back across the bridge

Cause Bronx niggas was wilding

Kids radar, I’m still able

Run shit like the Mayor, New York savior, fuck handouts

No favors, I’m a money maker, born a money maker

When motherfuckers 'bout that paper, fuck a hater

Baby, watch this Harlem nigga get all up in your guts

I don’t give a fuck which came off your butt

Hold up, 1990+, flow, big and tough

when the ice cream trunk, motherfuck