Cookies N Cream Lyrics

Running up ice so much ice like a sickle

Can't interpret my Glock because it talk in riddles

Make em dance with the stars, no Charli D'amelio

We deliver that smoke like Sarpino's

Ain't talkin bout pizza Taquetta's my opps getting hungry we feed em Orsinas

Markaz warm blooded but colder than freezers

I be distributing bags like I'm Diezer

RDS-5 told him hold that

PTAD make him hold that

Autopilot I don't jet lack

Blast at my brother I blick back

Boom boom boom

I talk my shit with my stick, they say I be running the convo

All these lil niggas my clones, I guess I'm the leader they follow

I used to fight back in Evans, when my brother went to Coronado

If she gone suck me up, told her gone head, but it better be full throttle

Eyes in the back of my head Danzo

Bands all colors even Albino

Sippin on Stella Rose, or Masscatto

Hell naw you ain't fooling me I see the G-notes

Ok mixed baddie call her Cookies N Cream

Dark skin like a chocolate supreme

Stick and blade on me Nightwing

Fuck the love language let me know yo kinks

Iced out VV's on my shooters

Stage him but I ain't no YouTuber

Give him nightmares call me Freddie Krueger

Niggas hating like I know em don't make sense what I do to ya