Ice Cream Cone (Gucci Diss)

See I been shooting pistols since the 7th grade

I been a real nigga since 2nd grade

And when I met Gucci, thought I met a real nigga

Until he crossed the line and he became a fuck nigga

I used to share rooms, now I got it made

Niggas sip codeine like its lemonade

I’m still the same nigga with his nappy fro’

Ain’t nothing changed but this dirty cali coat

From roaches to Rolex’s I been through so much shit

Effin on me and I got an extra clip

Wish a nigga trip, wish them pussy boys slip

Geeked up off them drugs so he better watch his lip

Know a nigga blood, but respected by the crips

Shawty shake that ass, let me see you do a split

And you know I got an army, know I got some killers

If he try to harm me, I’m sending killers

Keep them fuck-boys from round’ me

Know they wanna doubt me

Wanna see me broke, locked down in the county

How the fuck you sending shots nigga, at a shooter

How the fuck you sending shots nigga, at a shooter

I ain’t worrying bout’ shit, nigga wreck crew all around me

If there’s 20 niggas then there’s 20 pistols around me

Jump in the water bet them young niggas drown you

Shooters shoot for free I ain’t gotta place a bounty

Overstep your boundary, I’ll revoke your blood pass

Used to be my nigga, now you jealous, where the love at?

No loyalty, you put money over all that

Fuck this industry, cause’ the streets know the real facts

P.S. Don’t get caught in that, this ain’t for promotion

All in your feelings, all in your emotions

Just for attention, you cause all of this commotion

Nigga you just talking you don’t really want your business in the open

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