Icewear Vezzo, Rio Da Yung OG - Ghetto Ice lyrics

(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)
Bitch, you crazy what?

Got a ghetto bitch, she got ass and titties
All at Blue Flame and went to Magic City
Head so good, I almost crashed the Bentley
Brought my girlfriend and let her
Smash her with me (Iced Up Records)
Popped an X pill
Feel like I'm teethin' and shit
I don't got no friends
I be schemin' and shit pull up to my show
A bunch of demons and shit
This bitch act like she ain't fuckin'
Just be teasin' and shit

I don't trick
But I'll buy an ounce of weed for a bitch
Out of town doin' shows
In Muskegon with sticks
I'm horny, feelin' like R kelly
I might pee on a bitch
Buy a half a brick of soft and
Put my feet on the shit
IUR, Ghetto Boyz, that's a million in jewelry
Hands crampin'
Tryna count a quarter million in twenties
Nappy head bitch, what you want
Some zillions or somethin'?
I ain't gon' stop hustlin' 'til I
Make a billion or somethin'

Bitch, I'm with the mob like
I'm Sicilian or somethin'
This ho told me to bust in
Her, she want children or somethin', yeah
Shooter got no sense
He been done killed you for nothin'
This bitch freaky and a stuffer
Put some pills in her onion
Love Balenciagas, I got all the flavors, yeah
Hundred round drum, clip like an alternator
Nigga
Fifty in my pocket, blow it all this evening
I do shows and Karo pints, yeah
I want all the paper, bitch

Shit, I'll do a song with God
If he got the paper
If it's enough pape' on his head
I'll drop the mayor
One day I tripped out off them bars
And damn near shot a baby
I ain't lackin' when I shop
I got the Glock in Macys
I took the badges off the Scat', bro
This not a basic
Front and back pockets full of pape'
But I'm not Lil Baby
Bitch, come sign your life away
IUR the label fetty on the dog'll knock you
Out like Gervonta Davis

Yeah, her pussy cheap as fuck
She gave me top for eighty
Out of town to meet my plug
I had to stop in Vegas, yeah
Damn near smacked a tree
I'm drinkin' Wock' and Wraithin'
Soon as my baby twenty-one, might
Pour up pop with Navy, yeah
(Iced Up Records)
Pop a pussy nigga like I'm poppin' Percs
Yeah shady nigga keep a pole, bitch
I got Glock in church (Nigga)
40 in my pants look like I'm rockin' merch
Had to run off on the plug
'cause we ran out of work (Pussy)

This an eight of clean Wock', bitch
This not Patricia
Bitch talkin' 'bout drink green Wock', ho
You not with Tizzle
Ridin' around with that cold-ass Glock
Ain't drop no bodies with it
Could've hit him in his top
You shot his leg, bro, you not a killer
Ghetto Boy for life, bitch
That's what I claim
Hundred rounds on a new AR, why I gotta aim?
Nowadays, twenty, thirty thousand
That be pocket change
Was finna buy a whole case of Tris
But then the Wocky came
I was finna fuck my bitch
But then her mama came
Now I'm finna bust her mama down
I spit a lot of game
I was finna hit the bitch raw
But then some condoms came
Life was good when I was broke
I made a hundred and then the problems came

I was 'bout to buy some drank from Lou
But then the doctor came
We be sippin' Act', you drinkin' Chlos
That is not the same
Rose gold watch on my arm, it got Obama name
(Major)
Used to have a blowhouse right on Conner
Right off Promenade (Nigga)
Heard you told on all the guys
When you starred in court
I be sippin' too much drank
I almost got divorced, ayy
All I want for Christmas is a pot and fork
Brand new 911 Porsche, I
Call it Martin Lawrence, uh

(Reuel, stop playin' with these niggas)