Häagen Dazs

(This my water?) Baby

(If I)

I get the bands like The Roots

Black out all my thoughts, request the love, revenge the youth

Benz a coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs

Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs, SRT, huh

She said, "I ain't never seen nothin' like this

In my motherfuckin' life though"

Damn them some nice kicks, I don't know what them is but I like those

Rap game star pupil, I wrote this shit with my eyes closed

Shawty say she workin' onto my tape shift, call it Tae Bo

'Range my shit, got range, I write with a rifle

Rightfully keep LED like a light-show

I prefer the North side, do it for the North side

Later tonight, my bitch ain't no strings tied (no)

Gave that ass the boot like Louisiana

Cross over like hot sauce, ducking dodging pork chops

You is not a street nigga, unless you grew up in the street, nigga

It's cool to be you, just take a look at me, nigga, ooh

I get the bands like The Roots

Black out all my thoughts, request the love, revenge the youth

Benz a coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs

Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs, SRT

I get the bands like The Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

Benz a coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs (Häagen Dazs)

Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs (ayy, bands)

Ice cream (ayy)

I get the cake, tiramisu

Fake clout, got they hand out, nigga lookin' like a masseuse

I'm really ten toes down, yeah, it look like I'm in boots

One hand on the wheel, but I whip it, it feel like a ten to two (ah)

They killin' for tennis shoes

But the people dyin' out here for less though (for less)

Meanwhile them same shoes that the clubs said ain't the dress code (ayy)

You say you fresh though

I'm on the bread, I'm on the pesto, I'ma invest though

She feel the heart in it, then let me beat, the sound like a stethoscope

I get the band like a Funkadelic

And that shit was easy like my name was Erick

And then I take your girl like a nigga Elvis

Make a couple dollars, split it with the fellas

Yeah, ice cream shoes, Ben & Jerry

Yeah, I'ma ice these fools, Tom & Jerry

I got pristine flows, bend and vary

Nigga, fourth and goal, Hail Mary (ah)

I get the bands like The Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots

Benz the coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs

Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs (yeah, uh)

Ice cream (yeah)

Oh Papi, you don't wanna fuck with me

Half a suicidal bitch might suck you up

Then dust the knees and hit the streets

Rejoice a little

Grateful for my everything, his body's a casket

The lining cherry wood

The pussy turned him ashes to ashes

I dash it, I coma

I'm sucking dick 'cause black lives matter

I scatter roses on my metaphor, 'cause the world shot Nipsey

When a girl got tipsy I went to Ben and Jerry

Got my berry on

Whole world steady crashin' and burnin'

Niggas just carry on, carry on

Cry cry, cry, get right back to the money

Then carry on, cry cry, cry, hop right back in the pussy

Ooh I wish he, I wish he would fuck me happy too

Lookin' at Ben or Jerry hope one of my niggas comin' through, uh

I hope one of these niggas comin' through