Karaoké Ice Cream Lil Wayne

Is the AutoTune on

Hmm

Good

Mmh

Young Money

Syrup in the big shot

Time to do the thing

That's word to your wristwatch

Shoot the Glock 'till it burn

'Till my wrist lock

Rims hella big

Tires skinny like Chris Rock

H-Hold the gun sideways like O-Dog

Shoot a nigga in his face

Knock his nose off

Make the girls say my name like a roll call

Painkillers got a nigga 'bout to doze off

Big shit nigga

Talk big shit nigga

Big bread

Bread like a picnic nigga

Shake the whole game like the Hit-Stick nigga

Money spread like germs

Get sick nigga

Yeah

And fuck them other niggas

One-nine-hundred

Who want it I deliver

Concrete shoes won't help in the river

I don't care if you was

Michael Phelps my nigga

I'm higher than the motherfuckin' Alps my nigga

I'm flyer than a motherfuckin' stealth my nigga

Y-Young Money shit

Top shelf my nigga

We the motherfuckers

Like MILF my nigga

A-hem

Flow like syringes

Yeah I'm in my mode

Got a code like Da Vinci's

I was in the trenches now I'm in the Trump

And everybody watch your back when you're in the front

You ain't never safe

Stop playin' with a gangsta

Brang it to his face and he ran like a flanker

Bend the girl over

Put her hands on her ankles

I'm all over this Ice Cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank you if you's a hater

I'm eatin'

You's a waiter

Pistol on my hip

Tomb Raider

Holler at your guala

Zoom, later

Young Tune nigga

Typhoon nigga

And if you think it's sweet buy a room nigga

Damu nigga

I'm on my gang shit

She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge

Lightin' up a motherfuckin' blunt

Stupid-fruity swag like a motherfuckin' Runt

And I be with my dog like a motherfucker hunt

And every day of the week is the first of the month

Audemars Piguet with the diamonds in the face

Can't tell the time 'cos the diamonds in the face

We can get it poppin' like a semi-automatic

And if you got beef

I put the biscuit on the patty

Rockstar tatted

Big money addict

Runnin' this shit

Now I'm feelin' athletic

I-I'm on a boat bitch gettin' seasick

Stop playin'

I'm fresher than a Degree stick

Street shit

Well of course

I smoke mad weed

I'm on my high horse

Please don't shoot me down

I land feet flat then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back

Ha

I need a massage

And when it come to hoes man I got a collage

Finger on the button

Nigga just stuntin'

If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nothin'

Kush so strong you can smell me comin'

Bitch I go hard like the boy from three hundred

You think y'all kick it well boy we puntin'

Young Money baby we the shit, weak stomachs

No Ceilings

Motherfucker