Lyrics Waffles & IceCream - I'mani

Waffles and ice cream
Lil nigga
Hustling
I ain't wanna ask for nice things

Momma always got em when I couldn't
I was younger tho

Putting on that muscle
Mental flooded out with murder bro

I wasn't outside
But I'm a fast learner

Had no big brother
Bag heavy with a burner
I combine my mind with harsh times
Coulda colombined

Harlem shaking
Word but I was fighting before anything

Highschool had no metal detector
They ain't suspect a thing

Never did the dance until the og's gave me medicine
Won't forget the faces on my parents when I first got a chain

Waffles and ice cream

Real nigga
Working
I appreciate the lil things

Sun sets and sun rise
On my empire
In the game of life I'm up 5
Bases loaded
Fuck the umpire

Ima whipe em out
Ops is at bat
I had to strike em out

I got to the plate
I need a base hit

Stole a lil bit I told my homie that I'm sliding out
In any situation Ima ride it out untill the wheels wobble

Shit that's not your teammate if you love em and you don't squabble
Please don't get it twisted like a cap on a coke bottle
Coke and dope accessories was valid fuck a role model

Brown water plus somebody daughter
Down the whole bottle
Then I take her down like Chris breezy
And the song follow

Paper in my pockets
Hit the mall and cop the floor models

Designer jeans is tight but fuck it
This will make the hoes swallow

Thinking that she copping for the low
Bitch you know
That I need my dough pronto

Used to roll the woods
And now we smoking out of hemp wit no fonto

Cleaner than the whistle on a fair ref
Getting fly until I got no air left

23s from the Windy City
When I walk round
They asking if I Air bend

I could never take a fucking rap nigga serious
Y'all ain't making no sense
How you telling me you nice and you ain't even in your top 10 nigga

Fuck it
Waffles and ice cream
Chanel Pharrell on my feet I used to want ice creams

I ain't never move crack
But I had pipe dreams

Cream Benz with the custom seats
Fuck a white beam

Southern fried city nigga
Cabbage with the white beans white rice chicken wings
Hot sauce on everything

Man of my word and I put that shit on everything

Mob ties so deep I could tell you who killed the kennedys
You ain't from the hood if you ain't serve in front of Kennedy's
Or go to middle school with your enemies

Playing sports and fighting these niggas over a good call
Niggas out here banging since playing that youth football
It's 4L

That's all them niggas eat sleep and breathe
They got ptsd

I got a homie upstate that pop Perky's on daily like it's regular aleve
Told him get out the hood
And he said he wouldn't leave

Paper chips and coin

He got everything he needs
Geez