Intro

Lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] (It's Lando, yo bitch know, don't let yo bitch go, nigga) Lando, you already know this for the gang, nigga (Primo Beats on the track) Drank God What Yeah [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Bitch, gotta tuck the beam Like, fuck you mean? I'll smoke a nigga like Russian Creams Poured a pint of Trishy up, pop a couple beans Froze Cubans wrapped around my neck, that's a hundred G Every opp I ever had, I put a bag on 'em 'Cause we ain't stepping in no club unless that MAG on us Ain't never walking jewelry down, you know I cash on me I was still moving like a boss when I ain't have nothing We was thugging in the slums and found a way to eat I let that choppa do the talking, that's the way we speak Put a sixty on yo head, yeah, that's a eight of green No, I ain't going back and forth with rappers, bitch, we play for keeps Jump off stage at every show, bitch, I'm like free the guys [?] Ghetto Boyz and you know we the mob A pint of Wocky in my pop, yeah, that was three a line A thousand pills on the kitchen table, I'm with BabyTron [Bridge: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, Bando You know what we do, nigga Drank God What Gang shit, nigga [Verse 2: BabyTron] When I'm in the whip, I'm pushing buttons, ain't no keys cranking Me, yo bitch, her friend, yeah, we three-waying High as hell at Fleming's, still hungry, had to cheesecake it I ain't gotta take the back roads, I'ma free way it When it's money on the floor, I'm there, ain't never missed no flight I was in the streets, came up punching, feel like Kimbo Slice New designer site so green, now my drip so right Lil' Tron probably would've chased you down and flipped yo bike If it's on the floor, it's up there, yeah, it's on sight Ain't got no job or no hustle, need to fix yo life You ain't never went to hit a lick and had to dim yo lights Got a cousin knock yo ass out but live the pistol life Finna go to Beecher, iced up like I'm KrispyLife Push cards through, punch phones, and I giffy swipe Me and Vez laughing at y'all posts 'cause that shit be light Bougie-ass roster, every bitch I got the picky type You the type to lose yo last dub getting hit on dice Running off at night? That ain't smart, stick came with the lights Superman punch, boy, the clerk better have kryptonite Just horsed the plug, grabbed him up and told him fix his price Why I'm praying for the money I'ma sin for? Closet got too much heat tucked, let's have a drip war Unc' told me show him how to scam because his wrist sore Wouldn't fight if you was 5'8" and I was 6'4" Why would I do that when I got killers who let bullets fly? I be rapping now but I still gotta jugg inside I could up a hundred on the 'Gram, shit, why would I lie? Secret recipe, cook it up like, look, voil� [Outro: BabyTron] Ha-ha, yeah Like, look, voil� (PrimoBeatz on the track) Yeah, what up, Vez? Ayy, ShittyBoyz