Lyrics Kriss Kross - ToneDaUzual

All my Ice jumpin' Kriss Kross
You a bum with no money this a diss song
Ice cream hoodie prps bro I been on
Stone cold stunner in dis bitch put my team on

All my Ice jumpin' Kriss Kross
You a bum with no money this a diss song
Ice cream hoodie prps bro I been on
Stone cold stunner in dis bitch put my team on

Wallet getting big like I just hit the latto
Rob a n**** no apologies like I'm rylo
1942 shit I'm sippin' out the bottle
And I'm getting to point no hollow

Nah you better get my bucks nah for real you better pay up
Sum like I'm ballin' with yo bitch I'm finna layup
Getting to my hunnids all blue like some crayon
Blow it at the mall all n****s finna hate us

Shit I feel like i'm balance I just touched down
Got a blower on hip you better get down
Ride around In a ufo like I'm paul now
Aimin' at your feet make you hop scotch and jump rounds

Toilet paper all my money rolled in rubber bands
Getting hot now I'm finna spin like a ceiling fan
762s make 'em dance do the runnin' mans
Put you on the flo stomp you out like a soda can

All my Ice jumpin' Kriss Kross
You a bum with no money this a diss song
Ice cream hoodie prps bro I been on
Stone cold stunner in dis bitch put my team
All my Ice jumpin' Kriss Kross
You a bum with no money this a diss song
Ice cream hoodie prps bro I been on
Stone cold stunner in dis bitch put my team on

Sent 'em to the sky turn that boy into a scraper
Sum like a student bitch I'm needing all the paper
Out in the field touchin' down like a raider
Red light saber on the glock darth Vader

J the playboy and da uzual we the main topic
Ain't no Bruce Wayne no Batman but we been robin
For any opp with a problem bro we'll get solvin'
Scope up aimin' at yo head finna blow noggins

We got the cops on us now we gotta speed off
Finna pop a percocet to hide my feelings
I guess it makes no sense I have no reasons
Yea voices in my head I think there demons

This big truck this a tonka
Smokin on some cosmo and sippin on some wonda
This is ufo spaceship not a honda
Nun into sum but this fit all prada

All my Ice jumpin' Kriss Kross
You a bum with no money this a diss song
Ice cream hoodie prps bro I been on
Stone cold stunner in dis bitch put my team on

All my Ice jumpin' Kriss Kross
You a bum with no money this a diss song
Ice cream hoodie prps bro I been on
Stone cold stunner in this bitch put my team on

All these people like to lie they always want to cap
Laser on the glock I'll tag u in the back
Stepping out the fendi store bitch I'm blowing racks
Finna torch a lil fella lite 'em like a match

Look aye pay attention
Chandelier like to shine it likes to glisten
Gold plain Jane make my wrist a cup piston
Loubiton bottoms got me praying like a christain

I be gettin' money 6 digits
Thats a 4 I made a potion like chemist
I'm on the road going fast fuck a limit
See the cops in my rear push the gas fuck a ticket

Shit I'm getting up my cash ion need you
Windows all tinted red light you can't see through
Yea cartis on my face I can't see you
They see me getting rich now they say I wanna be you