I’m The Man

Lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah What? Star status (Bah) Gettin' money in this bitch (Nigga) My nigga Soda in this motherfucker My nigga Lou in this bitch Iced Up Records, yeah [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Blowin' on crud with my motherfuckin' goons Shout out my nigga Goop, that's my motherfuckin' two Had to call him up like, "How the fuck I'm gon' move?" (Hello?) Shit, the ticket too high, I need some motherfuckin' room Call me Icewear 'cause I love lookin' frosty Mastered everything that my cuz ever taught me Scale the only thing that my plug ever bought me Got two styrofoams, sippin' mud like it's coffee Used to pop bars, go in robbin' niggas' spots (Bitch) I took hella risks for every diamond in the watch Went from shinin' cars to shinin' in the drop Thirty rounds in the Glock, put a diamond in your top [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?) Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?) Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (Yeah) Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?) Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (What?) Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?) Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker (Yeah), ugh [Verse 2: Team Eastside Snoop] Got your bitch rollin' Backwoods behind tint Just bought two 40s with two thirties for the nine-six They said he had them things in the house, it was a dry lick Fuck a bitch, treat my main ho like my side chick Posted in the club with them motherfuckin' felons Yeah, them bitches came compressed, but them motherfuckers sellin' Nigga step on my toes, split your motherfuckin' melon Vezz just copped a Jesus piece and that motherfucker dancin' Ain't no fuckin' one-on-ones, this the motherfuckin' streets Don't wanna give me eighteen, man, this motherfucker cheap Got the all-white buffs, them bitches lookin' like they bleached In the club throwin' bands 'cause them motherfuckers free, bitch [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?) Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?) Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (Yeah) Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?) Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (What?) Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?) Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker (Yeah), ugh [Verse 3: Lou Gram] Bitches see me and they see dollar signs (Money) Jesus hands right by them bird collar lines (Foreign) Glow-in-the-dark Dom P, even my bottle shine (Sparkle) Real drank sipper, I ain't runnin' out of lines (Never) Watch fully blown, hard to tell time That shit hit, so it's hard for you to sell lines (Hit drank) I really bust trips, I used to bust scripts (Yup) Had four chains on, I ain't tuck shit (Never) I got the baddest hoes tryna suck my dick (Ho) Leave a hundred on the dresser if I bust quick (Fuck her) A month, lil' nigga, ain't you heard? I ran my bands up fuckin' with the R's and the syrup [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?) Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?) Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (Yeah) Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?) Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (What?) Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?) Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker (Yeah), ugh