Icewear Vezzo - Anthem lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Anthem lyrics]
(Ayy, yo, Bandplay) check the scoreboard
We up, nigga drank God
Ayy, ayy (yeah)
Yeah, pussy-ass nigga got my huns up
(Bitch) , yeah
Fuck them niggas, we'll shoot the club up
(Shoot the club up) , ayy
And I got it tucked, you better not run up
(Baow) hit a nigga in his head, yeah
That's a gunbutt (Iced Up Records)
I put dick all down her throat, yeah
She gon' eat it up (She gon' eat it up)
I spent a hundred for the head
But it was free to fuck
(But it was free to fuck)
Mix the Adderall with Xans
I had to speed it up
Got eighty thousand in my pants
That's 'bout a key of cut
(That's 'bout a key of cut)
Spent four thousand on my buffs
That's 'bout an eight around it (yeah)
Then I line them niggas up
We put the taper on 'еm (Skrrt)
I keep runnin' out the 'choo
I got the Drakey on 'еm
(I got the Drakey on 'em)
Stop postin' jewelry on the 'Gram
We just gon' take it from you
(We just gon' take it from you)
I ain't dissin' on no songs, yeah
We can shoot it out (Bitch)
And I ain't fuckin' with no
Bitch unless she shootin' out (Pills)
Got cooler system on the chopper
Had to cool it out (I had to cool it out)
A thousand choppers, bitch
We packin' like we movin' out
(Like we movin' out)
Yeah, you can tell this bitch a
Trap because the house vacant (Trappin')
Leave that nigga in the clouds
Since he was clout chasin'
(He was clout chasin')
Four hundred thousand just in jewelry
This shit outrageous (Woo)
I'm still spending old money
That shit outdated (Woo)
You the pussy nigga type
You probably bleed inside
(Probably bleed inside)
All I hang around is robbers
You can see the vibes
(You can see the vibes)
Got a pint of Wocky clean
It cost me three a line (For real)
How you claim you getting money
But you don't feed your guys?
(But you don't feed your guys?)
Fuck around and come the Wraith
I ain't the walkin' type (Skrrt)
You said you gon' pull up on
I ain't the talkin' type (Bitch)
I caught an opp out with his kids
I had to stall his life
(Had to stall him out)
Quarter million on my neck
That's why they call me Ice
(That's why they call me Ice)
Take your chain and put your
Jewelry up for ransom (Hah)
Bitch, I got shooters out in
Maryland like I'm Manson (Out in Maryland)
AR on me, got me movin' like I'm dancin'
(Got me movin' crazy)
Fuck the haters and the cops, bitch
This the anthem
(Bitch, this the anthem) , ugh
Motherfuckin' anthem, nigga
Robbers and the shooters (Iced Up Records)
All that, we on that type of time drank God
All the gang members, nigga what?
We up, nigga drank God
Ayy, ayy (yeah)
Yeah, pussy-ass nigga got my huns up
(Bitch) , yeah
Fuck them niggas, we'll shoot the club up
(Shoot the club up) , ayy
And I got it tucked, you better not run up
(Baow) hit a nigga in his head, yeah
That's a gunbutt (Iced Up Records)
I put dick all down her throat, yeah
She gon' eat it up (She gon' eat it up)
I spent a hundred for the head
But it was free to fuck
(But it was free to fuck)
Mix the Adderall with Xans
I had to speed it up
Got eighty thousand in my pants
That's 'bout a key of cut
(That's 'bout a key of cut)
Spent four thousand on my buffs
That's 'bout an eight around it (yeah)
Then I line them niggas up
We put the taper on 'еm (Skrrt)
I keep runnin' out the 'choo
I got the Drakey on 'еm
(I got the Drakey on 'em)
Stop postin' jewelry on the 'Gram
We just gon' take it from you
(We just gon' take it from you)
I ain't dissin' on no songs, yeah
We can shoot it out (Bitch)
And I ain't fuckin' with no
Bitch unless she shootin' out (Pills)
Got cooler system on the chopper
Had to cool it out (I had to cool it out)
A thousand choppers, bitch
We packin' like we movin' out
(Like we movin' out)
Yeah, you can tell this bitch a
Trap because the house vacant (Trappin')
Leave that nigga in the clouds
Since he was clout chasin'
(He was clout chasin')
Four hundred thousand just in jewelry
This shit outrageous (Woo)
I'm still spending old money
That shit outdated (Woo)
You the pussy nigga type
You probably bleed inside
(Probably bleed inside)
All I hang around is robbers
You can see the vibes
(You can see the vibes)
Got a pint of Wocky clean
It cost me three a line (For real)
How you claim you getting money
But you don't feed your guys?
(But you don't feed your guys?)
Fuck around and come the Wraith
I ain't the walkin' type (Skrrt)
You said you gon' pull up on
I ain't the talkin' type (Bitch)
I caught an opp out with his kids
I had to stall his life
(Had to stall him out)
Quarter million on my neck
That's why they call me Ice
(That's why they call me Ice)
Take your chain and put your
Jewelry up for ransom (Hah)
Bitch, I got shooters out in
Maryland like I'm Manson (Out in Maryland)
AR on me, got me movin' like I'm dancin'
(Got me movin' crazy)
Fuck the haters and the cops, bitch
This the anthem
(Bitch, this the anthem) , ugh
Motherfuckin' anthem, nigga
Robbers and the shooters (Iced Up Records)
All that, we on that type of time drank God
All the gang members, nigga what?