Letra de Bacc Again - Icewear Vezzo

Phew

Phew

Yeah

I'm a hot nigga

Crack a pint, finna drop a twelve, not a cop killer

Brand new glizzy, put that may may on, this ain't no stock pistol

Up that chopper, said shit on the bench, they think it got angel

Pour that drink out real quick

Bitch, I'm too high

Don't stick your business in if you ain't gang, that's how I do that

Got final [?], of that rock roll, look like Maroon 5

It's only bosses 'round us in this circle, you in the room lyin'

Lil' gang, them scury, up, we like that Presi, we gon' ice somethin'

Dawgs trump, shit gon' break the [?] and prolly bite somethin'

The VS emerald stones up in my charm, it cost a light hundred

Goofies got the ball up in they court, them niggas might fumble

I don't play no fifties or half-lines or hang with no opps

Niggas just now touchin' seventy-five, we know that ho rap

Twenty hit us, that's 'bout fifty choppers when we go out

Ten bricks of fetty stankin' up the house, might make me throw up

Real solid, take my whole hood with me when I blow up

He starin' at my chain up in the club, this bitch gon' go up

Hey, how these pussy rappers ran my life? Them niggas owe us

You sent two hundred shots, it ain't hit shit, they ain't have no luck

Dropped a Cullinan right off the lot, I'm finna boat up

Four hundred thousand, paid that shit in full, we gave them no [?]

When it come to me, they droppin' everything, they just gon' load up

Treat that Travis like a Laker's game, I'm finna post up

Yeah, fuck your feature, and your video, I ain't got no rap buddies

Ray ray in the cut, ain't tryna rap, you 'bout to clap somethin'

Yeah, four [?] cuff me like eight hundred, that's a crack onion

My nephew fried the plug the other day, and [?]

[?] twenty thousand dollars in all fives, that was trap money

I done fell in love with them new hundreds, I'm a stack junkie

I put too much Kay-Roll in that drank, it made the Act' funky

MAC-11, hit him in his top and knock his head of him

Leave that chopper smokin' like a muffler, we on all that

Real shotter, aimin' at no jersey, we hit ball caps

Used to, out of harm, bangin' off lines, nigga, all that

Fuck the plug, we fire him out his work, don't even call back

Richest nigga in my hood and city, know they sick of it

AP on me bussin', this bitch sunny, just like [?]

[?], when damn, we up that ticket, I want six hundred

It's four a show, you talkin' deals, you gotta add like six numbers

Fuck the opps, we treat 'em like Draft Kings, I'm tryna pick somethin'

Gotta raise them bitches big as hell, 'cause I got stick [?]

Bust the brakes, the ice chunky as hell, got my wrist jumpin'

Twenty-thousand pipes straight from the doctor, put my mix on it, nigga

Man, fuck them niggas, man

We gotta leave this shit like that, nigga

Back again

Drank God

You know, I'm comin' with this shit, nigga, hardest nigga in this shit, nigga!

Fuck type of time we on

[?] them niggas jealous, [?], them niggas sick to they stomach

Ha

Phew

[?], ice

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