[Intro]
Yo what's up Lue
P Dot got that pack!
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, it's mud over liquor, that's the constitution
Catch an opp while he lacking, I'm an opportunist
$30,000 necklace, the watch got mucus
Niggas cops and be ratting, they hot and Stuie's
She only tell me that she loves me when it's beneficial
Wear my jewelry out in public, yeah, I've been official
Nigga touch one of mine and I'm sending missiles
I'll let this bitch fly while we're in the venue
I've been backdooring Barkley's, need an intervention
I've been back selling wocki, need a bigger kitchen
We make sure we hit our target, ain't no hit or missing
Bust dweller on my arm, this bitch jilt and ticking
I get higher than a nigga finna go to court
I got fire like a nigga that ain't go to work
I'm so lit 'round this bitch, I can't go in stores
Swear to God, niggas starving, need a bowl and fork
Spent whatever on my fit, this designer fashion
Yeah, nigga catch me broke, go'n sign my cast
I perform on the stage, got 5, 4 mags
Real CEO, fuck around, sign my dad
Ain't no rules to this shit, I ain't playing fair
Ain't no drugs in the room, I ain't staying there
Only came to the club, I got paid in there
Free my nigga Jet, I heard he had his way in there
Yo what's up Lue
P Dot got that pack!
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, it's mud over liquor, that's the constitution
Catch an opp while he lacking, I'm an opportunist
$30,000 necklace, the watch got mucus
Niggas cops and be ratting, they hot and Stuie's
She only tell me that she loves me when it's beneficial
Wear my jewelry out in public, yeah, I've been official
Nigga touch one of mine and I'm sending missiles
I'll let this bitch fly while we're in the venue
I've been backdooring Barkley's, need an intervention
I've been back selling wocki, need a bigger kitchen
We make sure we hit our target, ain't no hit or missing
Bust dweller on my arm, this bitch jilt and ticking
I get higher than a nigga finna go to court
I got fire like a nigga that ain't go to work
I'm so lit 'round this bitch, I can't go in stores
Swear to God, niggas starving, need a bowl and fork
Spent whatever on my fit, this designer fashion
Yeah, nigga catch me broke, go'n sign my cast
I perform on the stage, got 5, 4 mags
Real CEO, fuck around, sign my dad
Ain't no rules to this shit, I ain't playing fair
Ain't no drugs in the room, I ain't staying there
Only came to the club, I got paid in there
Free my nigga Jet, I heard he had his way in there
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