Cookies n Ice Cream Freestyle Lyrics

No hands on the knob like it's nachos

Let the beat marinate like a pot roast

Now the heats turning up like it's hot sauce

But, killing these critiques ain't my job so

We don't let 'em speak to the chief, nah

Indians n we don't tell em Squanto

Ain't even got a direct line, I

Text him, hit me back, need it pronto

My, plug stay stocked like a Costco

Sending thing over seas like he's Pablo

Them strings run deep like a pot hole

Got purp, got green, got blanco

Say you got it sewed up, so what do you care

But ain't ever seem to got what they want, so

You can call me smart ass if you want, but

In Mexico, all the hoes call me guapo

We, got more drip than a jet ski

You, run more lip than a les-b

The, grades just in, come an test me

See, your flexing to me, just a pet pieve

We, get it if we want it and, do what we want with it

Bet the bitch on your side, gonna hop in this ride

If, we really wanna hit it

Loo, it's back to the hustle, right after I land

But this ain't what you think

Cuz I ain't on a plane, and the cars on E

But the house got a full tank

Look, never been the type in the live streams, you

Always live life in a pipe dream, I'm

Bout to mix Cookies with Ice Cream, he

Thinking bout food, but not what I mean

You know what I mean