from that way - icewear vezzo lyrics
[intro]
(iced up records)
[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
all i do is pop my sh*t, i get boy the nicer ho
get the rolls, buy two bricks, i ain’t got no license, though
dog sh*t fill up my pants, b*tch, i need a [diaper, my?] ho
i get dressed, put on that sh*t, got louis sneaks and my cologne
all these n*ggas rap like me, mm, b*tch, i made them n*ggas
can’t keep up, but can compete, there’s too much of paper difference
did a show with fifty gs, bought two dracs and eighty pistols
yellow percocets chinese with ty, his neighbor crippled (iced up records)
i got chanel, no lil’ plate, dog, yeah, i atе ’em b*tches
black and white and asian b*tchеs, i just have my way with b*tches
we’re okay, and he from the eight, i’m from the sixth, we eighty*six
there’s some n*ggas out here tellin’ ’bout some sh*t i can’t even mention
got more children than your whole team
[lil’ w*lly?] said them feds watchin’, keep your nose clean
money long, n*gga, i still be spendin’ old cheese
got a hundred rounds sittin’ in that drac’, this b*tch a long sleeve
i ain’t doin’ no rap beef, yeah, b*tch, i’m from that way
think my young n*gga mua, he’ll pull up and paint your face
are you out here cashin’ hoes? we let that b*tch play in your face
takin’ risk about that pape’, we crash out and catch a case
nothin’ but slips sittin’ in my safe, a half of million, give or take
this [?]’s a candlelight, reach for my chain, this sh*t ain’t safe
i ain’t friendly with these n*ggas, f*ck ’em, mane, these n*ggas jakes
i [?] to the woods, sh*t, i’d rather be with snakes
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
mm, out the mud, n*gga, f*ck the law, n*gga
weight the dog about a tons, n*gga
big bag, cuh, got bounty hunters, that’s my blood n*ggas
gi stones, that sh*t you rock, that’s what my son’ll get, n*gga
[outro: icewear vezzo & max b]
yeah, man, f*ck these n*ggas
these n*ggas, they ain’t f*ckin’ with me
i ain’t got nothing else to say, bro, cut that b*tch up, b*tch
everything y’all n*ggas do, i don’t do, i do the other thing
everything, y’all n*ggas go across the street that way, i’m goin’ up
holla at your boy, i do other things, man, i don’t do what y’all n*ggas do
i don’t do what n*ggas do, i don’t watch n*ggas’ money, i don’t care
i just do what i do
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