Blade Brown - Ice Cream lyrics

[Verse 1] I ain't feeling any love n***as plotting to merk me and trust me I feel it in my blood Believe me I'm a thug But I'm blessed by the Lord Think I'm crazy fam I feel it from above Recognise a G True that up in the shup sh** These n***as started recognising me But motherf**er don't be pressurising me Got my pistol side of me If I lift it that's just exercise for me I'm running out of pump Smoked about a nosy 'cos I'm low key and I ain't coming out for months But when I start running out on punks Shells hit your back and coming out your front Got a blunt to pull A pumpy talk n***a I don't stunt with j**els Don't let me get that UMP with force That's a silly f**ing stunt to pull [Hook] x2 n***as like me bang Rolling in a whitish van Got the strally in a Nike bag And I ain't got a icy hand But the way I talk white I should be the new ice cream man [Verse 2] You know I keep the toasters packed Rolling with the loaded Mac Got the strally with the scope and that These n***as must be smoking crack 'Cos the nose on the Luger is similar to Postman Pat's If I ever get my foot in the door All these fake arse rappers I'll be cutting them all off These n***as ain't bucking their tool off This rap sh** stinks I'm thinking 'bout f**ing it all off Me and my shooters that lead claps So you can come around with your dead straps Squeeze off, take off the head back (What you think Giggs is real?) I want to know who the f** said that I'm a pistol spraying artist And the most sophisticated hardest Get a chance I'ma manipulate the market [Hook] x2