EST Gee, Icewear Vezzo, Hardo - Bottom of the Trap lyrics

Man, this rat-ass nigga got whiskers
Told her, "No pictures" nah
I won't kiss her
Stopped taking Percs, I'm a real bad itcher
Shiz'll shoot it like Curry on the Sixers
I got the snow and I'm makin' it blizzard
Fuck your lil' stove, we came up on blenders
Fuck these hoes, these niggas be tender
I put a sign on the trap, say, "Enter"
I put a switch on the glick
I keep a broom like a witch
Pulled up on camp, ain't in tents
Fuck every nigga against
I got a thousand, they tens
I'm makin' thousand attempts
Donkey'll knock off your limbs
I lift the weight, it ain't gyms
I sold an eighthy in Kim's
I rode out daily to Slim
I got thesе bricks, I'm makin' it flood
Look at my wrist, I came from the mud
Fresh еvery day like I came from the club
I want him whacked, I'm spendin' a dub
Sell dope all day, crazy, I was
Got a lil' wiser, now I got bud
Dick on the nina, I made it a stud
She wanna fuck, right hand on the tub
Bust on her butt, I took off the rub'
Fuck all this rap shit, bitch, I'm a plug
I'm a real bird man, he want a lug
Stepped on whole one, that's what it was
I caught a cold one, that's just because
He wanna hold somethin'
Showed him some love
Fucked on her good, now she making me grub
I'm a real big dog, he just a cub

Fuck your show, we'll blow in the club
I ain't doing no song less
It's more than a dub
All blue slip, nigga, know that we cuz
Yeah, gang them Crip
Lil' bro and them Blood
Pop two Percs while I pour up the mud
I walk shit down like I'm holding a grudge
Left wrist dances, holding my cup
Niggas knowin' you cap and you
Told to the judge ice too freezy
Take dog chain, he easy
Yay house slap like Meechy's
Lil' big blicky
Niggas like, "Ice, you tweaking"
Rock Diors, not Yeezys whole neck rocky
Ho give me head, that's sloppy
Icy as fuck, play hockey pint full of molly
Never duck right from no outfit
Light shit up like Takis
Never been the type, no back and forth
We caught two bodies, that's back and forth
Forgis big, we crashed the Porsche
Olympics gang how I clap that torch
Wock' and Qua', my naps too short
I was runnin' up pints back
With Act' and Mort's
Load up that yop, them 762s
Back to back like I'm stackin' quarters

Rich of course
I was getting crack cocaine on the block
That dope up Newark
Dek was a rat, he showed 'em the
Trap, if he knew the exacts
Would've showed 'em the fork
I speak the facts, chop
With the gadget attached
Tryna put on a show for your corpse
I add the tax, damn, he was always a liar
But told 'em the truth in the courts

Yeah, ain't no way I let 'em get
Away when we go broad day
Y'all be playing 'round with small change
Really in my way
Two different bricks, I gave
Three separate hit's, Now it's LeBron James
Six now how'd I know? I told him rock
His coat to hide his pole
Not 'cause it's in style
Duck off, I come in town know how I get down
He tried to run, ain't pull his blick out
Knocked his ribs out you know it's levels
Niggas playing 'round with fire 'til
They run into the devil
'Cause you talk loud and aggressive
That do not make you a stepper
Wanna walk down, be careful
If you trip, you going to heaven
All them times that I remember
Them fumes got me high from
Scraping up 'em extras if it's raw food
You can feel it in the
Texture 'fore you smell it