Giggs - Ice Cream Man Lyrics

I ain't feeling any love.
Niggaz plotting to murk me.
And trust me I feel it in my blood.
Believe me I'm a thug.
But I'm blessed by the lord.
Fink I'm crazy fam I feel it from above.

[Verse 1:]
Reckonise a gee.
Since dat up inda shoobz shit.
These niggaz started recognising me.
But motherf*cker don't be pressurising me.
Got the pistol side of me.
And if I pull it dahs jus excercise to me.
I'm running out of punk.
Smoke about an OZ.
Cause I'm low key.
And I ain't coming out for months.
Wen I start running out on pumps.
Shells hit your back and coming out dah front.
Got a blood to pool.
A pumpie tool.
Nigger I stunt wid jull.
Don't let me gett tha umping alls. (now why is dat)
Dahs a silly f*cking stunt to pull.

[Chorus:]
Niggaz like me bang.
Rollin in a whitish van.
Got dah strally in a nikey bag.
And ain't got a icey hand.
But the way I talk white.
I should be the new icecream man.

[Verse 2:]
I keep toasters packed.
Rolling wid dah loaded mash.
Got dah straly wid dah scope and dash.
Dese niggaz must be smoking crack.
Cause dah nose onda lugger.
Is similar to post man pats.
If I ever get my foot inda door.
All dese fake rappers I'll be cuttin dem all of.
Dese niggaz ain't bucking in tall off.
Diss rap shit stinks.
I'm thinking about f*cking it all off.
Me and my shooters the lead claps.
And you can come around wid your dead straps.
Tweeze of take of your head back.
(You think giggs is real).
I wanna know hu dah f*ck sed dah.
I'm a pistol spraying artist.
And dah most suffisticated hardest.
Get a chance I'm a manipulate dah market.

[Chorus:]
Niggaz like me bang.
Rollin in a whitish van.
Got dah straly in a nikey bag.
And ain't got a icey hand.
But the way I talk white.
I should be the new icecream man.