Active Minds, Icewear Vezzo - Patek lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Active Minds, Icewear Vezzo - Patek lyrics]
What you like lil baby? What you need?
Turnt up off of weed
I done put the drank down
Mixed it with the beans get you half a 16
If she bad, yeah I'm cashing
Get that ho nales done
Make her wanna sell something
I never tell nothing, all solid
All us killers buss them down by
Bussing out the bottle got me feeling like
She gon suck it, spit and then swallo
Never cuff a bitch, still the moddo
I can turn a dusty bitch into Mulato
Still never trust a bitch, I'm being honest
Anything under 6, I'm not signing
I go until the morning
This is a Patek, this is a Patek
I'm fucking on her mama
Cause I'm richer than her ddaddy
I'm feeling likе Obama, everything 41
Don't know what I payed
Was ovеr 40 something
Once I give a bitch this game, she should
I'm turnt and famous, angel
Doghe, looking for the cash
I'm acting like I'm rapping
Really working with the bag
And my main show him how to tripple up
I was there to pick him up
Trippin, nigga I don't trip enough
I never flick a the kitchen
You fuck with the I'm fucking with the
You still selling grass
I'm fucking with them
On his ass, just fucking
This is a Patek, this is a Patek
I'm fucking on her mama
Cause I'm shittin on her daddy
I'm feeling like Obama, everything 41
Don't know what I payed
It was over 40 something bitch!
What you need? Bitch I got pints
Got a Roli full of ice
I been trappin all my life
Yeah I'm really up
Like a captain on a flight
Rap game was a street
I been platnom overnight
This is a Muler, thank god for the jewler
I'll take you and your friends, I'm a chooser
Real like a teacher
She could probably be a tooter
Oh you just a shooter, hit the bars
I could put them on, and I can get them off
Left about a hundred, full of sauce
Send the pints to Atlanta, nigga I should be
For a cover
Bust down Patek, it remind me of the struggle
Chain full of water, it remind meof a puddle
My nigga country
Turnt up off of weed
I done put the drank down
Mixed it with the beans get you half a 16
If she bad, yeah I'm cashing
Get that ho nales done
Make her wanna sell something
I never tell nothing, all solid
All us killers buss them down by
Bussing out the bottle got me feeling like
She gon suck it, spit and then swallo
Never cuff a bitch, still the moddo
I can turn a dusty bitch into Mulato
Still never trust a bitch, I'm being honest
Anything under 6, I'm not signing
I go until the morning
This is a Patek, this is a Patek
I'm fucking on her mama
Cause I'm richer than her ddaddy
I'm feeling likе Obama, everything 41
Don't know what I payed
Was ovеr 40 something
Once I give a bitch this game, she should
I'm turnt and famous, angel
Doghe, looking for the cash
I'm acting like I'm rapping
Really working with the bag
And my main show him how to tripple up
I was there to pick him up
Trippin, nigga I don't trip enough
I never flick a the kitchen
You fuck with the I'm fucking with the
You still selling grass
I'm fucking with them
On his ass, just fucking
This is a Patek, this is a Patek
I'm fucking on her mama
Cause I'm shittin on her daddy
I'm feeling like Obama, everything 41
Don't know what I payed
It was over 40 something bitch!
What you need? Bitch I got pints
Got a Roli full of ice
I been trappin all my life
Yeah I'm really up
Like a captain on a flight
Rap game was a street
I been platnom overnight
This is a Muler, thank god for the jewler
I'll take you and your friends, I'm a chooser
Real like a teacher
She could probably be a tooter
Oh you just a shooter, hit the bars
I could put them on, and I can get them off
Left about a hundred, full of sauce
Send the pints to Atlanta, nigga I should be
For a cover
Bust down Patek, it remind me of the struggle
Chain full of water, it remind meof a puddle
My nigga country