Icewear Vezzo - Chamber Brothers lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Chamber Brothers lyrics]
Yeah real rap
Slide (The MeKanics)
Keep it goin' lean in my voice
Hmm, yeah
They was playin' with that ticket
Then the price changed
Caught him at the stop sign
And then the light changed
Hundred thousand dollars gone for
These ice links gurby nigga
Shit'll get real dirty for them white things
Yeah, that's 'bout a thousand pills
Got a lot of meds
I would've popped Bishop first
I ain't Radames
Two hundred thousand in my pocket
I can buy a Benz big Drac'
It hit him in his head and
Knock him out his dreads
Richard Mille full of stones
Like a disco light had to take that beam off
'cause the stick too bright
Sold a quarter brick of raw
Just to get more ice
I'll walk 'em down and double back
Like I missed my flight
Tell lil' cuddy get up on 'em, this a takeout
Had to get new landscapin'
'cause them snakes out
Fuck pullin' up, we stab off
Then threw an eight out
Fuck it, hit him in his head
See what he think 'bout
Nah, you ain't never up no score
You out here scrimmaging where I'm from
We slime 'em out and whack the middle man
Told lil' gang they gotta chill
They out here killing shit
How you caught a body, did the time
And you still a bitch?
AR heavy on my shoulder
Gotta aim this fucker
Sellin' crack like it's the '80s
We the Chamber brothers
Everything I got is profit
I came with nothin'
Thirty-round pokin' out the Glock like
It hang on somethin'
Hit the doc to get a
Script like I'm an outpatient
We don't respect them over there
Them niggas clout chasing
I put Forgis on the Bentley
This bitch not basic
Yeah, I fucked the club up
'til they ran out paper
We don't do no back and forth
I been done dropped somethin'
You like a nigga that fell off
You ain't got nothin'
Just bought a pint of Wocky clean
Cost a rocked onion
I'm really with the Birdman
Like I'm top youngin
I'm in LA with the Crips and the Bloods too
40 kiss him in his face, it need love too
Sell dope, rob, and hustle, but I club too
Thuggin' with my cameraman, he got a gun too
Fuck around and pop an Addy, I run out of X
Gotta crack the Quagen open
I run out of Tech got a whole brick of fent
Show you how to stretch
I'll beat the beat up 'til
I run out of breath
Hundred thousand in my pocket
Do the Blade dance
Strip a goofy out his clothes, he a caveman
When y'all walk up in the club
Y'all where the stage is
When we walk up in this bitch
They tucking chains in
Trackhawk on twenty-sixes, it got cat eyes
Hella water on my necklace, come get baptized
Nigga up the F&N, knock his hat down
I fell off a couple times, now I'm back now
Yeah
Let that bitch ride yeah
Hmm let me hear that shit
(The MeKanics)
Slide (The MeKanics)
Keep it goin' lean in my voice
Hmm, yeah
They was playin' with that ticket
Then the price changed
Caught him at the stop sign
And then the light changed
Hundred thousand dollars gone for
These ice links gurby nigga
Shit'll get real dirty for them white things
Yeah, that's 'bout a thousand pills
Got a lot of meds
I would've popped Bishop first
I ain't Radames
Two hundred thousand in my pocket
I can buy a Benz big Drac'
It hit him in his head and
Knock him out his dreads
Richard Mille full of stones
Like a disco light had to take that beam off
'cause the stick too bright
Sold a quarter brick of raw
Just to get more ice
I'll walk 'em down and double back
Like I missed my flight
Tell lil' cuddy get up on 'em, this a takeout
Had to get new landscapin'
'cause them snakes out
Fuck pullin' up, we stab off
Then threw an eight out
Fuck it, hit him in his head
See what he think 'bout
Nah, you ain't never up no score
You out here scrimmaging where I'm from
We slime 'em out and whack the middle man
Told lil' gang they gotta chill
They out here killing shit
How you caught a body, did the time
And you still a bitch?
AR heavy on my shoulder
Gotta aim this fucker
Sellin' crack like it's the '80s
We the Chamber brothers
Everything I got is profit
I came with nothin'
Thirty-round pokin' out the Glock like
It hang on somethin'
Hit the doc to get a
Script like I'm an outpatient
We don't respect them over there
Them niggas clout chasing
I put Forgis on the Bentley
This bitch not basic
Yeah, I fucked the club up
'til they ran out paper
We don't do no back and forth
I been done dropped somethin'
You like a nigga that fell off
You ain't got nothin'
Just bought a pint of Wocky clean
Cost a rocked onion
I'm really with the Birdman
Like I'm top youngin
I'm in LA with the Crips and the Bloods too
40 kiss him in his face, it need love too
Sell dope, rob, and hustle, but I club too
Thuggin' with my cameraman, he got a gun too
Fuck around and pop an Addy, I run out of X
Gotta crack the Quagen open
I run out of Tech got a whole brick of fent
Show you how to stretch
I'll beat the beat up 'til
I run out of breath
Hundred thousand in my pocket
Do the Blade dance
Strip a goofy out his clothes, he a caveman
When y'all walk up in the club
Y'all where the stage is
When we walk up in this bitch
They tucking chains in
Trackhawk on twenty-sixes, it got cat eyes
Hella water on my necklace, come get baptized
Nigga up the F&N, knock his hat down
I fell off a couple times, now I'm back now
Yeah
Let that bitch ride yeah
Hmm let me hear that shit
(The MeKanics)