[Intro]
(Iced Up Records)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, twenty chains, ho, you know the wave
Rollie over bang, I've been shittin' since the Rollie days
Yacht blue and yellow, full of nuggets, look like Golden State
Same nigga used to rollerblade, now the Rover skate
Pockets fat as fuck, need to run, my shit overweight
I'll whack a nigga over crumbs, 'specially over weight
40 on me, been done left a nigga like I'm runnin' late
I was in Miami, me and Baby, hit the O with Face, nigga
Four pints cost me ten-some
I be always on a turn-around like I missed somethin'
Took my bitch to Barneys on Rodeo, told her pick somethin'
You ain't gettin' pape', niggas be too busy dick suckin'

[Verse 2: HBK Kid]
Always wanna be in first place, fuck a runner-up (Run it)
Countin' paper all night, fuck, I gave my thumb a cut (Fuck)
I was twenty-one with twenty on me, but that's nothin' much
So, you doin' money talk? It better be a buck and up (Come on)
Niggas want a taste of the pies but can't look straight in the eyes
I'm startin' to think that you a snake in disguise
I've been focusin', lately, I've been chasin' the skies
I keep this shit pushin', I can get a Wraith if I tried
I'm breakin' her eyes on every bed in four, five, six
And give me space while I'm shootin' if you don't got shit (Nigga)
Seen niggas gettin' money, then they go out quick
Settin' examples for the youngins who don't know 'bout shit (Yeah)
Westside in this bitch and the Eastside too
Your bitch a lil' spooky, how she wanna be my boo?
With prescription contacts, you can't see my crew
You fake niggas transparent, I can see right through
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