TwoCup - Cookies n Ice Cream Freestyle

No hands on the knob like it's nachos
Let the beat marinate like a pot roast
Now the heats turning up like it's hot sauce
But, killing these critiques ain't my job so
We don't let 'em speak to the chief, nah
Indians n we don't tell em Squanto
Ain't even got a direct line, I
Text him, hit me back, need it pronto
My, plug stay stocked like a Costco
Sending thing over seas like he's Pablo
Them strings run deep like a pot hole
Got purp, got green, got blanco
Say you got it sewed up, so what do you care
But ain't ever seem to got what they want, so
You can call me smart ass if you want, but
In Mexico, all the hoes call me guapo
We, got more drip than a jet ski
You, run more lip than a les-b
The, grades just in, come an test me
See, your flexing to me, just a pet pieve
We, get it if we want it and, do what we want with it
Bet the bitch on your side, gonna hop in this ride
If, we really wanna hit it
Loo, it's back to the hustle, right after I land
But this ain't what you think
Cuz I ain't on a plane, and the cars on E
But the house got a full tank
Look, never been the type in the live streams, you
Always live life in a pipe dream, I'm
Bout to mix Cookies with Ice Cream, he
Thinking bout food, but not what I mean
You know what I mean

Written by:
Robert Millwood

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