RCB Bouba - I.C.E Freestyle Lyrics

I can't punch a clock, but I can bust a brick
Know my shit hit, Jean said she want that fire shit
See a opp chop get to pointing like a fire stick
I ain't gon' argue with you nigga, I just got a switch
I just got a Glock, I knock all my heads down, by like 10 o'clock
Phones beating bad, my head hurt, they calling nonstop
Know you ain't tripping bout that bitch, knowing she a thot
Dumbass nigga
Pockets bulging baby think I'm horny, no I'm just up
I don't know bout lock in, but we can just f*ck
Her last nigga phones ain't bam, bitch my phone's dump
My roll five pounds, weigh me down, I can't stand up
It's Four am, I'm shooting to a pop, ain't no heads missed
I don't work a nine to five bitch, I dump grits
His pockets empty and his phone's turtle, he don't dump shit
She let me cheat and take me back, she a dumb bitch
I'm on the interstate shooting do 200 flat
Brody ass broke, he can't answer when you ask him like how much you crack
We ain't fighting over hoes, all these bitches rats
And baby ass think I'm cheating cause my phone's smack
You can't spend the night bae, I gotta send you home
Yo nigga broke as a bitch, just leave him alone
He can't pay for shit, tell him go pick up a phone
I love when my jack ring, I get back in mode
My pockets need a ice pack cause them bitches swole
All my heads knocked down, I been on a roll
And my niggas punch shit, I don't pay for clothes
Lil bitch ask me where I been, I been getting throwed
Dumbass
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