Ice Cream Cone

[Hook] See I been shooting pistols since the 7th grade I been a real nigga since 2nd grade And when I met Gucci, thought I met a real nigga Until he crossed the line, then he became a fuck nigga I used to share rooms, now I got it made Niggas sip codeine like its lemonade I’m still the same nigga with his nappy fro’ Ain’t nothing changed but this dirty Calico [Verse 1] From roaches to Rolex’s, I been through so much shit FN on me and I got an extra clip Wish a nigga trip, wish them pussy boys slip Geeked up off them drugs so he better watch his lip Know a nigga Blood, but respected by the Crips Shawty shake that ass, let me see you do a split And you know I got an army, know I got some killers If he try to harm me, I’m sending killers Keep them fuck boys from 'round me Know they wanna doubt me Wanna see me broke, locked down in the county How the fuck you sending shots, nigga, at a shooter How the fuck you sending shots, nigga, at a shooter [Hook] [Verse 2] I ain’t worrying 'bout shit, nigga, Red Crew all around me If there’s 20 niggas then there’s 20 pistols around me Jump in the water, bet them young niggas drown you Shooters shoot for free, I ain’t gotta place a bounty Overstep your boundary, I’ll revoke your Blood pass Used to be my nigga, now you jealous, where the love at? No loyalty, you put money over all that Fuck this industry, cause’ the streets know the real facts Fans don’t get caught in that, this ain't for promotion All in your feelings, all in your emotions Just for attention, you cause all of this commotion Nigga you just talking, you don’t really want your business in the open [Hook]