disclaimer: honestly im not a blood just wanted to do a anthem for my Cousin Shawn! (hook) french vanilla, hazelnut, mint, butter cup... coffee, caramel, chocolate fudge, rainbow sherbet... rocky road, cookie dough, pecan, sprinkles, syrups... just swoop to my ice cream truck... boy what chew want? (first verse) ahyo, fuck dhat! crush that crab's nigga back... and open up his shells, din flip daht nigga's caps... causation niggas... out of state, haitian niggas, boil water, sprinkle Old Bay on nigga... ey piru, crack 'em fuckin legs, of a crab nigga... heeyyy! what he gonna do? ...nuthin! since he fuccin' spooked... scared of sum blood niggas comin thru... ssswwuuuppp!!! here come my crew... watch that niggas start running, too... my shit stay brackin', @ west bronoa... gun be clappin, like i'm jonan... with heat rollars... nigga.... tis is wat it's bout do... bicking back being bool! nobody in my crew, ever wearing blue... unless... wat up blood! u feel these shots rang you... blow out ur head... like an El Tapatio Spread... bled, covered with red... mama crying, dead... nigga, it's a chold ass werld! (hook) french vanilla, hazelnut, mint, butter cup... coffee, caramel, chocolate fudge, rainbow sherbet... rocky road, cookie dough, pecan, sprinkles, syrups... just swoop to my ice cream truck... boy what chew want? (second verse) yea... gone head, an pull da fuccin trigga, you fuck boy nigga... softer than them blue rag, bitch ass niggas... yeah nigga! you ain't about it or with it... so just quit it, before u get lit up nigga... u bangin' on the hood, ey mr. crabbs... you spittin' hova on the track, boy we puttin' Bompton on the map... red bandanas, tied on the mirror... 3-wheel motion, hydro-steer...