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[intro: icewear vezzo]
(d_mn, max, this one’s too hard)
big
f_ck a n_gga talkin’ ’bout, n_gga? yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
fifty pointers bulgin’ out my bezel, this b_tch icy (d_mn)
f_ck 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 b_tch, i call ’em siamese
the way this rollie dancing in the sun, this sh_t look ignorant
ghetto n_gga, 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, sh_t 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 n_gga five thousand blues, them b_tches 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 sh_t, 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, b_tch, 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
[verse 2: big30]
ayy, b_tch, i been crippin’ (been crippin’)
if i tell a lie up in this song, then you can quit listenin’ (quit listenin’)
i done drunk up twenty racks this week, i’m finna quit sippin’ (quit sippin’)
postin’ on the mile with them k!llers, it feel like south memphis (south memphis)
plus i come from the trenches (the trenches), this sh_t ain’t nothin’ new (blrrrd)
young n_gga with power in my hood, i’m who they run to (on god)
gangster by myself, gon’ shoot my gun and k!ll somethin’ too (on god)
i’m smokin on this opp pack, chillin’ with the n_gga slumped you (gas, gas)
ayy, ain’t too many n_ggas like this (no)
try to fight up in this club, make you fight for your life, b_tch (ho)
forty pieces straight to memphis, shout out to my white b_tch (my white)
got all these rappers coppin’ cartier, but this some light sh_t (some light sh_t)

[chorus: icewear vezzo]
fifty pointers bulgin’ out my bezel, this b_tch icy
f_ck 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
big f&n clip stuck on that b_tch, i call ’em siamese
the way this rollie dancing in the sun, this sh_t look ignorant
ghetto n_gga, i done put my wraith on twenty_sixes, yeah
hit the hood, drop a heavy bag, they think it’s christmas
beam on the glock, sh_t blue and red, look like the pistons

- icewear vezzo

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