Up the Scoe Icewear Vezzo (Ft. Lil Durk)
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[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Tweakin', get to tweakin' on this bitch, yeah, oh
Hmm, still ain't even though, nigga, oh, yeah
You know we gon' get even, oh, hmm, hmm
Alright (Shh), hmm
[Pre-Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Lil Durk]
Hmm, yeah, I got that yeah on me (I got that yeah on me)
Gotta watch how I be move 'cause they gon' tell on me (They gon' tell on me)
Yeah, that choppa, my attire look how I wear it on me (I wear it on me)
Had to cut 'em off 'cause they got weird on me (What?)
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Up the score (Yeah), up that score (What?)
Yeah, better check the board, we up that score, hmm
Up the score, up the (Phew)
Ah, come on here, man (Iced Up Records, yeah)
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I was in the field, ain't have no pot to piss in (Nah)
Nigga, fuck the competition, they your opposition (They your opposition)
Four hundred thousand just in the jewels, see them diamonds glisten (What?)
I was shootin' up the bag when they was droppin', breathless (Breathless)
I'm really scarred from all my pain and it ain't hoppin' fences (Skrrt, skrrt)
Put the hood right up on my back, yeah, I mix pop with 6's
Got the script right in my pocket and I ain't seen no doctor (Nah)
My nigga died from all them pills like a Speaker Knockerz (Rest In Peace)
I be really out here shinin', so I keep that thunder (Bah, bah)
Know them boys ain't addin' up, yeah, that's 'cause we the problem (Light it up)
I be trippin', always tweakin', I mix lean and molly
Fuck around and trick 'em off the sweet, yeah, he got cheated out here (What?)
Tweakin', get to tweakin' on this bitch, yeah, oh
Hmm, still ain't even though, nigga, oh, yeah
You know we gon' get even, oh, hmm, hmm
Alright (Shh), hmm
[Pre-Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Lil Durk]
Hmm, yeah, I got that yeah on me (I got that yeah on me)
Gotta watch how I be move 'cause they gon' tell on me (They gon' tell on me)
Yeah, that choppa, my attire look how I wear it on me (I wear it on me)
Had to cut 'em off 'cause they got weird on me (What?)
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Up the score (Yeah), up that score (What?)
Yeah, better check the board, we up that score, hmm
Up the score, up the (Phew)
Ah, come on here, man (Iced Up Records, yeah)
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I was in the field, ain't have no pot to piss in (Nah)
Nigga, fuck the competition, they your opposition (They your opposition)
Four hundred thousand just in the jewels, see them diamonds glisten (What?)
I was shootin' up the bag when they was droppin', breathless (Breathless)
I'm really scarred from all my pain and it ain't hoppin' fences (Skrrt, skrrt)
Put the hood right up on my back, yeah, I mix pop with 6's
Got the script right in my pocket and I ain't seen no doctor (Nah)
My nigga died from all them pills like a Speaker Knockerz (Rest In Peace)
I be really out here shinin', so I keep that thunder (Bah, bah)
Know them boys ain't addin' up, yeah, that's 'cause we the problem (Light it up)
I be trippin', always tweakin', I mix lean and molly
Fuck around and trick 'em off the sweet, yeah, he got cheated out here (What?)
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