Text: Giggs. Ice Cream Man.

i aint feeling any love.
niggaz plotting to murk me.
and trust me i feel it in my blood.
believe me ima thug.
but im blessed by the lord.
fink im crazy fam i feel it from above. *Verse 1*
reckonise a gee.
since dat up inda shoobz shit.
these niggaz started recognising me.
but motherfucker don't be pressurising me.
got the pistol side of me.
and if i pull it dahs jus excercise to me.
im running out of punk.
smoke about an OZ.
cuz im low key.
and i aint 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.
dont let me gett tha umping alls.( now why is dat)
dahs a silly fucking stunt to pull.

niggaz like me bang. [chorus]
rollin in a whitish van.
got dah strally in a nikey bag.
and aint got a icey hand.
but the way i talk white.
i should be the new icecream man.


i keep toasters packed. * Verse*
rolling wid dah loaded mash.
got dah straly wid dah scope and dash.
dese niggaz must be smoking crack.
cuz dah nose onda lugger.
is similar to post man pats.
if i ever get my foot inda door.
all dese fake rappers ill be cuttin dem all of.
dese niggaz aint bucking in tall off.
diss rap shit stinks.
im thinking about fucking it all off.
me and my shooters the lead claps.
and you can come around wid ur dead straps.
tweeze of take of your head back.
( you think giggs is real).
i wanna know hu dah fuck sed dah.
ima pistol spraying artist.
and dah most suffisticated hardest.
get a chance ima manipulate dah market.


niggaz like me bang.
rollin in a whitish van.
got dah straly in a nikey bag. [Chorus]
and aint got a icey hand.
but the way i talk white.
i should be the new icecream man.