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icewear vezzo - it's all on you lyrics

[intro: icewear vezzo]
antt did the track
(beat gang)
huh

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
yeah, never let them p+ssy n+ggas play me
put that on my baby, forgi’s on a maybach truck, it cost two+eighty
richer than them n+ggas that be hatin’
shooters like mcgrady in kentucky, with that fetti goin’ crazy, huh
stick tucked, i let my chain hang
rich and gang bang
leave a fifty in this b+tch to rain in, huh
bustin’ sh+t, don’t wear no plain jane
hundred+thousand dollar rollie, scottsdale, an ap on the same hand
you with the opps, that mean you ain’t my mans
you movin’ like the cops, can’t take a chance, thirty+thousand in my pants
yeah, dog sh+t in my pockets, where your bands?
hit the show with thirty hitters
i’m with [cudi?], he a bl!ck before he land
cash it all the time, don’t wait for sh+t
twenty chains, crazy kid
rich n+gga, i can’t f+ck no basic b+tch
you never been no boss, you drankin’ tris
you never been no shooter, you’s a b+tch
quay quay with me, he got stick, huh
pour the wocky up and drop a six
icy than a b+tch, put my city on the map, we in the mix
i been slimin’ sh+t out since a jit
cuban cost two bricks
we got all them thirsty hoes takin’ pics
you wanna sign me? yellin’ out three mill’
tweakin’ in this b+tch, just popped a pill
gang ‘nem yellin’ out, “free k!ll”
yeah, f+ck a record label, we too real
f+ck award shows, we in the field
shoot that chopper like i’m sk!lled, n+gga
[verse 2: kodak black]
i love my lil’ bean ’cause she real
she want me at my best but love me at my worst, still
i can’t let ’em k!ll bill
i keep three glocks and a stick
one regular, one got a d+ck
one of em fully, with a fifty and a switch
a n+gga diss, his ass better stay focused
nowadays, the real n+ggas be doin’ a lot of ho sh+t
yeah, you know me, i’m on my zoe sh+t
my n+ggas don’t speak english
all they know is when we pull up, hop out, squeeze and
i’m f+ckin’ demonin’ him
bullets miss, i’m immortal
and i’m bossin’ up, i got the ‘rari truck on pre+order
the fifty for the richard mill’, i ain’t even see a quarter
ain’t but twenty+five, where i reside, these n+ggas down shorter
i got expensive taste
i’m drankin’ wock’, i scr+pe
takin’ zaza to the face, on a private jet in either state
they see they down for me but really fakin’
ain’t one to help, put on my shoes, man, i couldn’t tie my laces (yeah)
like john gotti, beat a thousand cases
we keepin’ people straight, they doin’ voodoo way in haiti
i’ma speak my mind every time, i don’t care how you take it
i keep it real, and for that all the real n+ggas embrace me
jumped off the tour bus and all the b+tches start to chase me
but then my pockets start spreadin’, i big faced it
the cheese, the cheese done got me beefin’ with my lady
she pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tryna mace me
(beat gang)

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