Montana Of 300 - Ice Cream Truck lyrics

[Hook] Ratchets on deck pa**ing pistols to my mans Three k**ers 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 Have them 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 [Verse 1] Everywhere I go n***as 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 out on the block Then we hopping out kicking doors I just bought a K n***a 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 n***a I be getting guap I tell bronem get the dough like I heard somebody knock n***as 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 and find y'all I be letting the iron off Hear shots when I'm firin' off Your brains on the sidewalk And right after I pop 'em I swear I forget about 'em n***as claim the with the sh**s until I shoot the sh** up out 'em yeah [Hook] [Verse 2] b**h 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 sprinkles Iron in my pants like I'm getting out the wrinkles Take a n***a out and I ain't talking 'bout a date Cook a n***a like a steak and fix his n***as like a plate Like a pepsi you get popped Send your a** to heaven's gates Got the police on your block Decorate with yellow tape (Go to church) Okay f**boy you softer than Nerf I'm lurking all through your turf When I pop at you I turn families blue I'mma pop a n***a no smurf These n***as clowns and Imma k** a clown so jokers don't post up Been no joke, I don't smoke but Imma burn hard when I roll up My mask on, my gloves on so I don't give a f** 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 b**h n***as, Y'all fugazi My crew crazy we bounce back [Hook]