Whatever Icewear Vezzo (Ft. Key Glock)

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Cashout, what it do, fufu?)
(Iced Up Records)
Pour the lean up
Real sipper
(Cashout Beats)
Hmm

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Key Glock]
All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I'll spend whatever, hmm
Maybach curtains, got cheddar, these hoes gon' fuck for whatever, yeah
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada, bitch, I'll do whatever
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters, so it's fuck whoever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (Yeah)
Whatever, whatever
Whatevеr, whatever, whatevеr, whatever (Ooh)
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (Drank God)
Whatever, whatever (What?)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, yeah

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Trust no bitch (Yeah)
Ain't cuffin' no bitch, ain't lovin' no bitch (Uh-uh)
Flood on my wrist
Gun on my hip, gotta hold up my blick while she suckin' my dick (While she suckin' my dick)
Bustdown Patek, spent two hundred racks
We cool in the trap, three hundred my kit (Three hundred)
Hundred don't mix (What?)
I be on tip, we lit
You ain't gang, who the fuck are you with? (Fuck you)
Ice, that's water (Hmm)
Hit it with the fent', go harder
Maybach, we ain't pushin' no Chargers (Uh-uh)
I go retarded
Pour up the Wock' in pops
Love thots, I be fuckin' on Barbies (Fuckin' on Barbies)
Fly like Tha Carter
Put on that shit, Dior, Prada, ain't got a department (Ain't got a department)
I be with Marcy
All of the shooters and trappers and robbers and niggas with charges (And niggas with cases)
Pull up in Rolls
Open your spot and we close it
Deep dish, the Forgis on Raris (Skrrt)
A pole in the party (Skrrt)
Brought all my jewelry, lil' nigga
Got no big homie, apart (Drank God)
I flex for the 'Gram
Got it off mud, no scams
Five M's, yeah, I'm up like I'm Carti (Five M's)
Five bucks for the Cartis
Icy, them buffies is sparky
Pour up, got a cup full of Wocky, nigga (Got a cup full of Wocky)