icewear vezzo - watch what you say lyrics
[intro: icewear vezzo]
n+ggas talkin’ ’bout they the— what?
i hate n+ggas like you
drank god
drakey gang, n+gga
(david wesson)
know we on that, yeah, what?
[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
ugh, this that robbin’ season, n+gga (yeah)
take a n+gga plate like he tired of eatin’, ugh (b+tch)
these p+ssy n+ggas vegan, they tired of beefin’, yeah (n+ggas hoes)
put that mask on, b+tch, i’m halloweenin’, n+gga (ugh)
i just left the o, ’bout to stack that sh+t, yeah (the o)
b+tch, i been that n+gga, better ask your b+tch, yeah (better ask your b+tch)
richest in the city, got a bag, i’m crip (crip)
oh, he wanna be ghost? i’ll grant your wish, n+gga (hah)
came rose prezi’, i had every watch, n+gga
hundred in that drac’, you could get every shot, ayy
bust it out the wrapper, it’s already rock
the chopper knock him out the park, b+tch, i’m larry cox (woo)
all this ice, i feel like gucci in 2006 (for real)
n+gga, i been gettin’ money since 2006 (for real)
me and gang just robbed the plug for two thousand bricks
a hundred thousand in my pocket, that’s a pile of sh+t, ugh
[chorus: doughboy clay]
got a chip on my shoulder, it’s f+ck everybody
better watch what you say, i’d hate to catch a body
should i do the 550 or just do the masi’?
got a chip on my shoulder, feel like john gotti
you know we been full around this b+tch
motherf+cker, you know ain’t sh+t changed
a n+gga gon’ hate on a n+gga
when he see you in that coupe on thangs
[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
n+ggas sayin’ that they gang, we already that (yeah)
no, i don’t fight hoes, you get your baby daddy whacked
they just tryna run it up, b+tch, we already slappin’ (we already slappin’)
they just jumpin’ off the porch and we already active (we already active)
most them n+ggas in my city make the same music (yeah)
this for the robbers and the shooters, i make gang music (i make gang music)
the type of sh+t you cook a brick and make a stain to it (make a stain to it)
the type of sh+t you crash out and blow a brain to it (b+tch)
f+ck the show, i jump on stage with my hoodie on (my hoodie on)
grab that fenty’, grab that dog, get my boogie on (skrrt)
b+tch, i was on my money phone before they put me on (h+llo?)
f+ck it, we done robbed the plug ’cause he ain’t put me on (hah)
i got a chip on my shoulder, it’s f+ck everybody (f+ck ’em)
i’ll catch an attitude and wet everybody (for real)
i was sellin’ lean when jay had that larry house (jay)
hit a l!ck for fifty ‘bows at the marriott, ugh
[chorus: doughboy clay]
got a chip on my shoulder, it’s f+ck everybody
better watch what you say, i’d hate to catch a body
should i do the 550 or just do the masi’?
got a chip on my shoulder, feel like john gotti
you know we been full around this b+tch
motherf+cker, you know ain’t sh+t changed
a n+gga gon’ hate on a n+gga
when he see you in that coupe on thangs
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