Letra de Ghetto Ice - Icewear Vezzo

(Feat. Rio Da Yung OG)

(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)

Bitch, you crazy

What?

Got a ghetto bitch, she got ass and titties

All at Blue Flame and went to Magic City

Head so good, I almost crashed the Bentley

Brought my girlfriend and let her smash her with me (Iced Up Records)

Popped an X pill, feel like I'm teethin' and shit

I don't got no friends, I be schemin' and shit

Pull up to my show, a bunch of demons and shit

This bitch act like she ain't fuckin', just be teasin' and shit

I don't trick, but I'll buy an ounce of weed for a bitch

Out of town doin' shows, in Muskegon with sticks

I'm horny, feelin' like R. Kelly, I might pee on a bitch

Buy a half a brick of soft and put my feet on the shit

IUR, Ghetto Boyz, that's a million in jewelry

Hands crampin', tryna count a quarter million in twenties

Nappy-head bitch, what you want, some zillions or somethin'?

I ain't gon' stop hustlin' 'til I make a billion or somethin'

Bitch, I'm with the mob like I'm Sicilian or somethin'

This ho told me to bust in her, she want children or somethin', yeah

Shooter got no sense, he been done killed you for nothin'

This bitch freaky and a stuffer, put some pills in her onion

Love Balenciagas, I got all the flavors, yeah

Hundred round drum, clip like an alternator, nigga

Fifty in my pocket, blow it all this evening

I do shows and Karo pints, yeah, I want all the paper, bitch

Shit, I'll do a song with God if he got the paper

If it's enough pape' on his head, I'll drop the mayor

One day I tripped out off them bars and damn near shot a baby

I ain't lackin' when I shop, I got the Glock in Macys

I took the badges off the Scat', bro, this not a basic

Front and back pockets full of pape', but I'm not Lil Baby

Bitch, come sign your life away, IUR the label

Fetty on the dog'll knock you out like Gervonta Davis

Yeah, her pussy cheap as fuck, she gave me top for eighty

Out of town to meet my plug, I had to stop in Vegas, yeah

Damn near smacked a tree, I'm drinkin' Wock' and Wraithin'

Soon as my baby twenty-one, might pour up pop with Navy, yeah (Iced Up Records)

Pop a pussy nigga like I'm poppin' Percs, yeah

Shady nigga keep a pole, bitch, I got Glock in church (Nigga)

40 in my pants look like I'm rockin' merch

Had to run off on the plug 'cause we ran out of work (Pussy)

This an eight of clean Wock', bitch, this not Patricia

Bitch talkin' 'bout drink green Wock', ho, you not with Tizzle

Ridin' around with that cold-ass Glock, ain't drop no bodies with it

Could've hit him in his top, you shot his leg, bro, you not a killer

Ghetto Boy for life, bitch, that's what I claim

Hundred rounds on a new AR, why I gotta aim?

Nowadays, twenty, thirty thousand, that be pocket change

Was finna buy a whole case of Tris, but then the Wocky came

I was finna fuck my bitch, but then her mama came

Now I'm finna bust her mama down, I spit a lot of game

I was finna hit the bitch raw, but then some condoms came

Life was good when I was broke, I made a hundred and then the problems came

I was 'bout to buy some drank from Lou, but then the doctor came

We be sippin' Act', you drinkin' Chlos, that is not the same

Rose gold watch on my arm, it got Obama name (Major)

Used to have a blowhouse right on Conner, right off Promenade (Nigga)

Heard you told on all the guys when you starred in court

I be sippin' too much drank, I almost got divorced, ayy

All I want for Christmas is a pot and fork

Brand new 911 Porsche, I call it Martin Lawrence, uh

(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)

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