Ice Cream Truck - Montana of 300

Ratchets on deck passing pistols to my mans

Three killers with me with ski masks in the van

We gon' pull up like the ice cream truck

Straight out the window like the ice cream truck

Rolling down your block

Bout to pop like rubber bands

I bet bodies drop

Them kids never had a chance

When I pull up like the ice cream truck

Straight out the window like the ice cream truck

Everywhere I go niggas know I keep the pole

Heater on me like I’m cold

Light your top up like a stove

Broski roll with me before

Therefore he know how it go

If these opps ain’t on the block

Then we hopping out kicking doors

I just bought a K nigga I just bought a pump

And they right here in this van we ain’t gotta pop the trunk

See, he thought it was safe, he thought all I did was rap

Till I showed up with them straps then I turnt up to the max yeah

I be getting paid nigga I be getting guap

I tell bronem get the dough like I heard somebody knock

Niggas hate me and my mans because we be getting bands

40 in my pants, tell the opps it’s time to dance

Boy don’t make me come find y’all

I be letting the iron off

Head shots when I’m firin' off

Your brains on the sidewalk

And right after I pop 'em I swear I forget about 'em

Niggas claim the with the shits until I shoot the shit up out 'em yeah

Bitch I think I’m Nino mixed with Al Pacino

Stacking chips like Pringles

I ball like Ochocinco

Ice man Dean Malenko

My wrist look like some sprinkles

Iron in my pants like I’m getting out the wrinkles

Take a nigga out and I ain’t talking 'bout a date

Cook a nigga like a steak and fix his niggas like a plate

Like a pepsi you get popped

Send your ass to heaven’s gates

Got the police on your block

Decorate with yellow tape

(Go to church)

Okay fuck boy you softer than Nerf

I’m lurking all through your turf

When I clap witchu I leave families blue

I’m a pop a nigga no smurf

These niggas clowns and I’m a kill a clown so jokers don’t post up

Been no joke, I don’t smoke but I’m a burn one when I roll up

My mask on, my gloves on so I don’t give a fuck who see me

That semi pop and start sending shots

I’ll put you in a box like Houdini

Get smoked like loud packs when I pull up where your house at

Y’all bitch niggas, Y’all fugazi

My crew crazy we bout that