Icewear Vezzo - Free Kill lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Free Kill lyrics]
(Reul, stop playing with these niggas)
Spin around and hit them boys
Again since they want recognition
What? (Drank God)
Big gang, nigga, Drakey gang, nigga
Know how we comin', nigga yeah
Pour me up, though, gang, alright
Spin around and hit them boys
Again since they want recognition
I won't stop until them niggas dead, bitch
We gon' step for Rizzy
Thirty poking, we got TECs and glizzys
Chopper came with Mickey
Pint of Wocky, barely sip that Trishy
All my hoes keep blicky
Yeah, bitch, we oh and fifty black Amiri
Stuff about one-fifty of them Rollin' 60
Hit Ohio, I just got two brickies
On the road with Whitney
On a mission, oh, he owe that? Bitch
I'm gon' blow that whistle
Hmm, yeah, I put my hoes on bitches
Bust her down and tell her what I want, yeah
I mold my bitchеs
Niggas on the 'Gram, they cuffing rats
I don't pose for bitchеs
Ghetto niggas, Forgis on the Wraith
Put my Rolls on sixes (Rolls on that, nigga)
Yeah that's my jewelry talking
(My jewelry talking)
That new Maybach got a voice
Sound like Siri talking
(Sound like Siri talking)
Why all your homeboys keep on
Dying? Niggas clearly soft (Too soft)
Brick of dog, bust it out the wrapper
This the purest raw
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah my Trackhawk cost one-twenty
That's how that Jeep feel (Drank God)
Man I snatched a nigga soul
That's how this beat feel
Yeah, do a mixtape for my label
I need three mil' (Need three mil')
Pussy reachin' for my chain
We got a free kill (We got a free kill)
Spin around and hit them boys
Again since they want recognition
What? (Drank God)
Big gang, nigga, Drakey gang, nigga
Know how we comin', nigga yeah
Pour me up, though, gang, alright
Spin around and hit them boys
Again since they want recognition
I won't stop until them niggas dead, bitch
We gon' step for Rizzy
Thirty poking, we got TECs and glizzys
Chopper came with Mickey
Pint of Wocky, barely sip that Trishy
All my hoes keep blicky
Yeah, bitch, we oh and fifty black Amiri
Stuff about one-fifty of them Rollin' 60
Hit Ohio, I just got two brickies
On the road with Whitney
On a mission, oh, he owe that? Bitch
I'm gon' blow that whistle
Hmm, yeah, I put my hoes on bitches
Bust her down and tell her what I want, yeah
I mold my bitchеs
Niggas on the 'Gram, they cuffing rats
I don't pose for bitchеs
Ghetto niggas, Forgis on the Wraith
Put my Rolls on sixes (Rolls on that, nigga)
Yeah that's my jewelry talking
(My jewelry talking)
That new Maybach got a voice
Sound like Siri talking
(Sound like Siri talking)
Why all your homeboys keep on
Dying? Niggas clearly soft (Too soft)
Brick of dog, bust it out the wrapper
This the purest raw
(Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah my Trackhawk cost one-twenty
That's how that Jeep feel (Drank God)
Man I snatched a nigga soul
That's how this beat feel
Yeah, do a mixtape for my label
I need three mil' (Need three mil')
Pussy reachin' for my chain
We got a free kill (We got a free kill)