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six and daisy - icewear vezzo lyrics

[intro]
(hydro)
441 daisy lane sh*t
vez, what up, though?
know what the f*ck goin’ on
drank god
(h*lluva made this beat, baby)
let’s get it, phew
real paper, n*gga
big dog sh*t
f*ck n*ggas talkin’ ’bout?
yeah

[verse 1]
this ain’t no rapper sh*t, n*gga, this real life
gi f*color solitaires, i rock real ice
huh, twenty million in, but it’s still light
sloppy road, like we sellin’ dog, it’s gon’ seal pints
i don’t need no record label or big homie, b*tch, i’m showboat on the six
ain’t never lackin’, we got bro*bro with them sticks
huh, boogers in my bezel, bust a rollie, half a brick
stuff my pockets with some sh*t, we cash it all, ain’t gotta pick, n*gga
told the plug to get it back in blood, b*tch, we rich, n*gga
bought more choppеrs, extra rag for cuz ’cause we wrеnch n*ggas
was f*ckin’ with lil’ bruh, just beat a dub
partner, vezzo, and three guns
took them b*tches right on the run, but had the bent’ tinted
really from that way, b*tch, we play for keeps
sneakers on my jeep, forgiats for all my feet
send ‘bows to all the trenches, pour up pop so i could sleep
vacheron cost half a midget, f*ck with us, you tryna eat
[verse 2]
got this daisy pack from cali’, i don’t be coppin’ down the street
you know i came a long way from gettin’ two*fifty a g
but see, i’m past that, i ain’t never seen no real money, stop playin’
see, all i need is my scale and some gas for the van
daisy lane, when sh*t get slow, do forty grams in a day
this ain’t no rap sh*t, this for all my n*ggas shootin’ down the way
yeah, where i’m from, this sh*t get ugly, we get money, n*ggas’ll paint you
know i’m fifty*states shorty, doin’ all the sh*t they can’t do
fifty*states shorty, really forty*eight, my paper straight
put a p*ssy*ass n*gga on first 48
got three*fives in small towns, plus i’m sellin’ weight
and every time we bust a brick down, we celebrate

[verse 3]
i’m lookin for a new spot when the weather break, what your people pay?
know it should be all rap, but i’m still thinkin’ weight
plug on the flake, but i ain’t even gon’ touch it
i know they rap fast, but i still treat ’em like custard
no, this ain’t no rap sh*t, get with me
drop the price, i’m in your city
overnight, a whole fifty
night shift get wicked
we gon’ roll ’til it’s finished
take a whole one, make three
hundred pack every week
i got points on the p’s
this ain’t no rap sh*t, n*gga, watch how you run up on me
know i love that hand in hand, won’t even let ’em sell it for me
twenty thousand in the air, n*gga, what time that mail running?
daisy lane records, all we know is sell somethin’, n*gga

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