AllStar JR, Icewear Vezzo - Ice Bag lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[AllStar JR, Icewear Vezzo - Ice Bag lyrics]
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records) yeah
(Reuel) keep it goin', nigga
(Stop playin' with these niggas) yeah
Drank God, alright
Yeah (Iced Up Records) , yeah
I got hella paper fuck the lackin', bitch
We steppin' like an escalator
Quarter million 'round my neck
That's just an estimation
Only bust a couple watches down
Might save the best for later
Bitch, I go platinum, I just had eight
Now I got eight more (You see this shit?)
Chop a dick sucker, fuck it, bro
I'ma let the K blow
Who you know want some yayos? That
Shit you up is Play-Dough (That shit light)
Stepped on it twice
Niggas be gettin' what they pay for
Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout
Nigga? I heard your pape' low
(Niggas fucked up)
We would've stripped him for his
Jewelry, but it's fake, though
Yeah, a hundred stuffed up in my pants
I got a bank on me (What?)
Get the work and sell this shit for
Half 'cause I ain't pay for it (Hah)
Hit the 'caine with the presser
I'm reblockin' this extras
Had a threesome with two hoes
Then I blocked 'em together
Nigga, talkin' out your noodle get
You popped in the melon
I got a pint of Wock' with me
And I'm not finna sell it
Bitch, we drivin' and slammin'
We just ridin' and jammin'
A thousand pack in her panties
My charm gold as a Grammy
Got a hundred hundred dollar bills
As old as my granny
I got a thick bitch in Oak
Cliff as old as my daddy, nigga
Just got a load of that Cali
Count the pros in the Caddy (What?)
Scurvy nigga, bitch
We used to sell the 'bows in the alley
(No cap) i was broke and unhappy
(Uh) , now I'm froze in a Chally (Froze)
Really got it out the mud
Just got a Rolls and a mansion
Got 'em sick to they stomach
I got rich with no problem (Rich nigga)
You be sittin' up hatin'
(What?) , I be sittin' back plottin'
We don't fuck with no lames (Nah)
Got a clique full of mobsters (Real niggas)
Gang be trippin', shit
He tryna put a switch on a chopper
You be fixin' up houses
I be mixin' up ounces
Made two hundred thou' with that
Windchill in the mountain
Tryna get the ball rollin' and
That bitch got to bouncin'
Only hit the puss once and
This bitch got to houndin'
We gon' slap the whole bag
'til this bitch get surrounded
I just sold five hundred beans out
My room at the Townsend
If we melt our chain together, Vezz
We in this bitch drownin'
How the fuck am I so skinny
When I'm through this bitch poundin'?
I been tiltin' the 'Rex
I been payin' for sex
Hope your ass end up dead
I been prayin' for that
I be fuckin' on your ho and
I ain't payin' for that
You know this bitch a piece of
Shit and you stayin' for that, nigga?
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)
(Reuel) keep it goin', nigga
(Stop playin' with these niggas) yeah
Drank God, alright
Yeah (Iced Up Records) , yeah
I got hella paper fuck the lackin', bitch
We steppin' like an escalator
Quarter million 'round my neck
That's just an estimation
Only bust a couple watches down
Might save the best for later
Bitch, I go platinum, I just had eight
Now I got eight more (You see this shit?)
Chop a dick sucker, fuck it, bro
I'ma let the K blow
Who you know want some yayos? That
Shit you up is Play-Dough (That shit light)
Stepped on it twice
Niggas be gettin' what they pay for
Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout
Nigga? I heard your pape' low
(Niggas fucked up)
We would've stripped him for his
Jewelry, but it's fake, though
Yeah, a hundred stuffed up in my pants
I got a bank on me (What?)
Get the work and sell this shit for
Half 'cause I ain't pay for it (Hah)
Hit the 'caine with the presser
I'm reblockin' this extras
Had a threesome with two hoes
Then I blocked 'em together
Nigga, talkin' out your noodle get
You popped in the melon
I got a pint of Wock' with me
And I'm not finna sell it
Bitch, we drivin' and slammin'
We just ridin' and jammin'
A thousand pack in her panties
My charm gold as a Grammy
Got a hundred hundred dollar bills
As old as my granny
I got a thick bitch in Oak
Cliff as old as my daddy, nigga
Just got a load of that Cali
Count the pros in the Caddy (What?)
Scurvy nigga, bitch
We used to sell the 'bows in the alley
(No cap) i was broke and unhappy
(Uh) , now I'm froze in a Chally (Froze)
Really got it out the mud
Just got a Rolls and a mansion
Got 'em sick to they stomach
I got rich with no problem (Rich nigga)
You be sittin' up hatin'
(What?) , I be sittin' back plottin'
We don't fuck with no lames (Nah)
Got a clique full of mobsters (Real niggas)
Gang be trippin', shit
He tryna put a switch on a chopper
You be fixin' up houses
I be mixin' up ounces
Made two hundred thou' with that
Windchill in the mountain
Tryna get the ball rollin' and
That bitch got to bouncin'
Only hit the puss once and
This bitch got to houndin'
We gon' slap the whole bag
'til this bitch get surrounded
I just sold five hundred beans out
My room at the Townsend
If we melt our chain together, Vezz
We in this bitch drownin'
How the fuck am I so skinny
When I'm through this bitch poundin'?
I been tiltin' the 'Rex
I been payin' for sex
Hope your ass end up dead
I been prayin' for that
I be fuckin' on your ho and
I ain't payin' for that
You know this bitch a piece of
Shit and you stayin' for that, nigga?
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)