Projects Icewear Vezzo

[Intro]
Yeah
Ooh
You aren't even a cool breeze to my man Taz (Live From The 6)
Put your pussy lips on Live, I'll give you a thousand

[Verse 1]
I was on fire, they wanted to tie my hands (Yeah)
Used to get them cheap 'bows, thousand-dollar yams (Thousand dollars)
Put them bitches in the sky, show you how to land
All them pussy niggas died helpin' out the feds (Bitch)
Mixin' twenty-five hundred dollar eighthies (What?), twelve-fifty zips (What?)
Ain't never build a crib, we only sell niggas bricks (Sell niggas bricks)
Bustin' down a bale, fishscale, them niggas shrimps
We ain't chеckin' niggas' temp, fuck 12, get him blitzed
Sеarch 'em at the door like, "Who you came with and who you here for?" (Nigga)
Got Bam Bam, Barney Rubble for that Flintstone
That Lam' fast, burnin' rubber when that fent' gone
I don't smoke Wham, purple Muffins 'cause it hits strong
Still thuggin' in the trenches (Yeah), Cullinan on sixes
Quarter chicken, half chicken, tryna double off a biscuit (Skrrt)
Cut it up in zippers just to stuff it by the dishes
Bet I'll be up a hundred M's before you touch your first ticket

[Chorus]
Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects (In the projects)
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit (Yeah, this is my shit)
Got my daughter an AP, she wasn't five yet (Ayy)
Count the paper 'til the morning, I ain't tired yet (I ain't tired yet)
Multi-million dollar nigga in the projects (What?)
I'll bust this bitch down, yeah, this my shit (For real)
Got my daughter an AP, she wasn't five yet (Drank God)
How the fuck you think we opps and you ain't die yet? (You ain't die yet)