[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Big
Fuck a nigga talkin’ 'bout, nigga? Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Fifty pointers bulgin' out my bezel, this bitch icy (Damn)
Fuck the world, I can’t keep no plug 'cause we too slimy, yeah
Pop a thizzle, blow a pound of Runtz, I'm looking Chinese (Drank God)
Big F&N clip stuck on that bitch, I call 'em Siamese
The way this Rollie dancing in the sun, this shit look ignorant
Ghetto nigga, I done put my Wraith on twenty-sixes, yeah (Skrrt)
Hit the hood, drop a heavy bag, they think it's Christmas (On God)
Beam on the Glock, shit blue and red, look like the Pistons (Detroit)
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
You screamin' rest In peace to your mans, but you ain't step by him
Walk him down, I just helped you out, now you can rest by him
Sold a nigga five thousand blues, them bitches press-downs (For real)
Before I found a plug in the city, I beat the Lex down (KY)
I really have my way with this shit, I don't do no cappin’ (Uh-uh)
Hit the titty bar with my Glock, I call that pole dancin’ (Get it?)
You ain't got no respect in your hood, they don’t get no action
Poured a 4K, popped two Perkies and now I'm slow dancin'
Made my first million, bought jewelry, bitch, I'm a statistic (Yeah)
Set him up, he in that trick bag, I’m a magician (Hah)
Love that fashion, spent a light ten on some good Christians
When I cook, it always come back, I got a good kitchen
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Big
Fuck a nigga talkin’ 'bout, nigga? Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Fifty pointers bulgin' out my bezel, this bitch icy (Damn)
Fuck the world, I can’t keep no plug 'cause we too slimy, yeah
Pop a thizzle, blow a pound of Runtz, I'm looking Chinese (Drank God)
Big F&N clip stuck on that bitch, I call 'em Siamese
The way this Rollie dancing in the sun, this shit look ignorant
Ghetto nigga, I done put my Wraith on twenty-sixes, yeah (Skrrt)
Hit the hood, drop a heavy bag, they think it's Christmas (On God)
Beam on the Glock, shit blue and red, look like the Pistons (Detroit)
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
You screamin' rest In peace to your mans, but you ain't step by him
Walk him down, I just helped you out, now you can rest by him
Sold a nigga five thousand blues, them bitches press-downs (For real)
Before I found a plug in the city, I beat the Lex down (KY)
I really have my way with this shit, I don't do no cappin’ (Uh-uh)
Hit the titty bar with my Glock, I call that pole dancin’ (Get it?)
You ain't got no respect in your hood, they don’t get no action
Poured a 4K, popped two Perkies and now I'm slow dancin'
Made my first million, bought jewelry, bitch, I'm a statistic (Yeah)
Set him up, he in that trick bag, I’m a magician (Hah)
Love that fashion, spent a light ten on some good Christians
When I cook, it always come back, I got a good kitchen
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