Quality Control
Ice Tray (Remix)
[Verse]
Look at my wrist, it's a ice tray (Huh), I'm smokin' like Smokey on Friday (Uh)
I  just got head in the parkin' lot, people saw it when they pulled up beside me (Huh)
These  n***as hatin', they Joe Budden (Bitch)
Run up on me and I'm gon' bomb 'em (Boom)
I'm selling gas out a 4 runner (Huh)
She  got that ass and a throat on her (ayy)
That's  my baby
I just got back in my rhythm with it (Huh), I got the gas in a rental with me (Gas)
I'm  tryna get me some muhfuckin' money, I can't get it laughin' and chillin' with ya
You's a lil' boy, you a little n***a, it's a motherfuckin' joke, it's a silly n***a
He blowing smoke like an engineer, I fuck his ho like a prison n***a
Who buyin' dope? I got plenty with me
If  he don't got a ride, then go get the n***a
And all of my rides got extensions with 'em
And I don't like this beat so I'm finished with it, n***a
Dig that'll fuck ya