Icewear Vezzo, YN Jay - Autograph lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo, YN Jay - Autograph lyrics]
Hold on
Bitch want me to sign her coochie, I ain't got no pen
Why the fuck you pull up by yourself? Tryna fuck your friends
My brother cute he look just like me, that is not my twin
How the fuck you know to use a name and you forgot the pen
How the fuck you make a liquor stop and you forgot the hen
I can't see these niggas hating through my fucking lens
I gotta pray, Lord please forgive me for my sins
Gotta appreciate the loss, appreciate the win
Drako in the passenger seat, I'm riding with my mans
Ooh, I see them bitches staring hard, I had to hit my dance
I just pulled out a big ass knot, I damn near ripped my pants
Bitch brought me coochie for dinner, don't forget the head
Cruising on a bike with a glock, can't forget my hands
Ride around with 2 banana clips, I can't forget my legs
I ain't special ed but before I leave, I can't forget my meds
Fuck around got in some bullshit, I gotta clear my dreads
P-Jay, that's my right hand, that's my fucking mans
Politicking, tryna make a plan with my Uncle Sam
I'll beat your ass, I bet money you ain't got no hands
If I ever get caught up in a jam I am not gon' ran
I mean I'm not gone run
Why you always in some bullshit and you ain't got no guns
Bro been on the block all day and he is not no bum
Pull up on his block make a beat, you ain't got no drum
Put the dick on her tongue, she ain't got no taste
Shoot a nigga in his head, he ain't got no face
I done whacked all the witness, they ain't got no case
I done put rims on the Ben and ain't got no plates
Damn, I mean got no L's
Count the money till my hands ain't got no nails
Fuck around shoot a cop, got the glock on 12
Fucked around and pulled all the lean, ain't no pop on shelves
Man, I'm on some burnt shit
Rob a nigga for his chain and a perc script
So much water on my psst, I could surf with
Shoot a nigga in his tee till his shirt split
Snatch a nigga bitch so fast that her purse ripped
It's my chain or your life, you ain't got no choice
She gave me throat so long, she ain't got no voice
Hit every nigga on the court 'cause the shot on point
Yeah, we done upped the score, they ain't got no points
Yeah, that's my old bitch
Fuck around took his hoe on a road trip
Put the burner on his eye like a stove lit
I'll set my cousin up on some hoe shit
Treat the glock like a stripper, do pole tricks
Yeah, I done robbed every nigga I roll with
I'm on some ho' shit
Bitch want me to sign her coochie, I ain't got no pen
Why the fuck you pull up by yourself? Tryna fuck your friends
My brother cute he look just like me, that is not my twin
How the fuck you know to use a name and you forgot the pen
How the fuck you make a liquor stop and you forgot the hen
I can't see these niggas hating through my fucking lens
I gotta pray, Lord please forgive me for my sins
Gotta appreciate the loss, appreciate the win
Drako in the passenger seat, I'm riding with my mans
Ooh, I see them bitches staring hard, I had to hit my dance
I just pulled out a big ass knot, I damn near ripped my pants
Bitch brought me coochie for dinner, don't forget the head
Cruising on a bike with a glock, can't forget my hands
Ride around with 2 banana clips, I can't forget my legs
I ain't special ed but before I leave, I can't forget my meds
Fuck around got in some bullshit, I gotta clear my dreads
P-Jay, that's my right hand, that's my fucking mans
Politicking, tryna make a plan with my Uncle Sam
I'll beat your ass, I bet money you ain't got no hands
If I ever get caught up in a jam I am not gon' ran
I mean I'm not gone run
Why you always in some bullshit and you ain't got no guns
Bro been on the block all day and he is not no bum
Pull up on his block make a beat, you ain't got no drum
Put the dick on her tongue, she ain't got no taste
Shoot a nigga in his head, he ain't got no face
I done whacked all the witness, they ain't got no case
I done put rims on the Ben and ain't got no plates
Damn, I mean got no L's
Count the money till my hands ain't got no nails
Fuck around shoot a cop, got the glock on 12
Fucked around and pulled all the lean, ain't no pop on shelves
Man, I'm on some burnt shit
Rob a nigga for his chain and a perc script
So much water on my psst, I could surf with
Shoot a nigga in his tee till his shirt split
Snatch a nigga bitch so fast that her purse ripped
It's my chain or your life, you ain't got no choice
She gave me throat so long, she ain't got no voice
Hit every nigga on the court 'cause the shot on point
Yeah, we done upped the score, they ain't got no points
Yeah, that's my old bitch
Fuck around took his hoe on a road trip
Put the burner on his eye like a stove lit
I'll set my cousin up on some hoe shit
Treat the glock like a stripper, do pole tricks
Yeah, I done robbed every nigga I roll with
I'm on some ho' shit