Icewear Vezzo - From Afar lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - From Afar lyrics]
Yeah
Turn this bitch up, I ain't even try
(It's too easy)
Half purple, half red, let it even out
(Let it even out)
Stars in the ceiling, I can see the sky
(Bitch) my oldhead made a fifty
He can't read or write (Iced Up Records)
Had to earn my respect, fuck who showin' love
Got more money every nigga in the whole club
Hit the road by myself, got my own plug
I brought lean to the city, niggas owe up
Nigga
I wear Saint Laurent, we don't drip the same
This a thousand dollar pot
We don't sip the same
Ask them hoes how I play
We don't tip the same
Yeah, pop an RP 'fore I hit the stage
I can see them niggas hatin'
From a far distance
You can see this jewelry shakin'
From a far distance when that pape' get low
Niggas start snitchin'
You ain't a ghetto superstar
You a star witness
Learned the game from myself
I'm my own student
Why he got a record deal makin' road music?
Hot nigga movin' solo with a whole movement
We don't do that pillow talkin'
Let them hoes do it
Your favorite rapper know I'm him
Better ask them niggas
I was barely even runnin'
And passed them niggas
Same nigga off the horn from rags to riches
I got hitters down on Mack up to Cadieux
Nigga
Put my trust in nobody, niggas too iffy
Glock 19 pokin' out the blue hoody
Love every nigga in my crew
Let 'em move with me
Real nigga, keep it hundred like two fifties
Had a meeting with the mayor
While on fed papers
I turned shooters into bosses
Now they bread chasers
Get any bitch in the city
That's a dead lay-up
Hit the pussy in the morning
Get the head later
I'm back hangin' with the gang
'cause I'm hungry again
I see the hate in niggas' face
They don't want me to win
Go 'head and book me for a show
I'ma throw 'bout a ten
In the middle of the summer
Let it blow like the wind
Fuck squashin' beef
I ain't sparin' these niggas
Put a ten on his head
Go and bury these niggas
I'm out in Cali with the
Bloods, me and Perry, we Crippin'
Young niggas got it out the mud
Now we buried in Fendi, ugh
Drank God ayy, Gucci
Be right there, what's happenin'? yeah
I can see them niggas hatin'
From a far distance
You can see this jewelry shakin'
From a far distance when that pape' get low
Niggas start snitchin'
You ain't a ghetto superstar
You a star witness
Turn this bitch up, I ain't even try
(It's too easy)
Half purple, half red, let it even out
(Let it even out)
Stars in the ceiling, I can see the sky
(Bitch) my oldhead made a fifty
He can't read or write (Iced Up Records)
Had to earn my respect, fuck who showin' love
Got more money every nigga in the whole club
Hit the road by myself, got my own plug
I brought lean to the city, niggas owe up
Nigga
I wear Saint Laurent, we don't drip the same
This a thousand dollar pot
We don't sip the same
Ask them hoes how I play
We don't tip the same
Yeah, pop an RP 'fore I hit the stage
I can see them niggas hatin'
From a far distance
You can see this jewelry shakin'
From a far distance when that pape' get low
Niggas start snitchin'
You ain't a ghetto superstar
You a star witness
Learned the game from myself
I'm my own student
Why he got a record deal makin' road music?
Hot nigga movin' solo with a whole movement
We don't do that pillow talkin'
Let them hoes do it
Your favorite rapper know I'm him
Better ask them niggas
I was barely even runnin'
And passed them niggas
Same nigga off the horn from rags to riches
I got hitters down on Mack up to Cadieux
Nigga
Put my trust in nobody, niggas too iffy
Glock 19 pokin' out the blue hoody
Love every nigga in my crew
Let 'em move with me
Real nigga, keep it hundred like two fifties
Had a meeting with the mayor
While on fed papers
I turned shooters into bosses
Now they bread chasers
Get any bitch in the city
That's a dead lay-up
Hit the pussy in the morning
Get the head later
I'm back hangin' with the gang
'cause I'm hungry again
I see the hate in niggas' face
They don't want me to win
Go 'head and book me for a show
I'ma throw 'bout a ten
In the middle of the summer
Let it blow like the wind
Fuck squashin' beef
I ain't sparin' these niggas
Put a ten on his head
Go and bury these niggas
I'm out in Cali with the
Bloods, me and Perry, we Crippin'
Young niggas got it out the mud
Now we buried in Fendi, ugh
Drank God ayy, Gucci
Be right there, what's happenin'? yeah
I can see them niggas hatin'
From a far distance
You can see this jewelry shakin'
From a far distance when that pape' get low
Niggas start snitchin'
You ain't a ghetto superstar
You a star witness