Icewear Vezzo - Got It On Me lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Got It On Me lyrics]
Ugh! Giuseppe on my feet I
Feel like moon walking
And let a nigga think it's
Sweet then the tools sparking
If a pussy want some beef get him to a coffin
And imma keep on sipping lean
Till' I'm through coughing
My shooters got impatient, yeah they agitated
Hit yo ass with that assault
Call that aggravated
Yeah they tried to take my style
So I had to change it
A silent nigga in my town yeah I'm
Chopper round leave your
Whole block evacuated
I went to school in the
Streets and I graduated
These niggas lying in their
Rhymes yeah they fabricated
The 40 wipe a nigga down
Like he after shaving
Big chains, big blunts, big ice
Big name, big money, flip white
Big rims, fuck hoes, live life
I'm a rock star, I sip drank and get right
Nigga
Bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit on me
Got about 20 bands, half a brick on me
Aye ugh!
Pull up on yo bitch now she uncomfortable
She finna bite down on my
Dick like I'm a lunchable
Bitch everybody know my name
Like I'm a Huxtable
I pop a bar, then get some brain
And smoke a blunt or two
I could see them niggas hurting
Since I'm putting on
I gave all the niggas work that
Told me put them on
It ain't no 100 dollar shirt then
I don't put it on
Bitches see me and get nervous
All this jewelry on
Nigga we was selling lean out of kush tubes
Get a bag and step on it like a foot stool
Skipped school so we move
Like the crooks move
Fuck all the rules we just
Doing what we could do
I probably sold a little boy to ya mamma them
They see them boys like 'oh boy
It's a lot of them'
Send a pussy to the lord if it's a prob lem
I get to shooting so quick
Like where the chopper went
When it come to getting money
Ain't no prob there
I got all the fucking work
Should have a job fair
These niggas say thy hit the
Road and they tied there
Boy that shit ain't even yours
Like a time share the only rapper in the
"D" with a hunnit-strip
Cuz I'm really in the
Streets making onion flips
Counting so much money, I get money sick
Blow the money so fast like
Where the 100's went
Tell me what kind of
Nigga got diamonds that'll "BLING!"
Blind ya tell me what kind of
Nigga got diamonds that'll "BLING!"
Blind ya tell me what kind of
Nigga got diamonds that'll "BLING!"
Blind ya tell me what kind of
Nigga got diamonds that'll "BLING!"
Blind ya yeah
Feel like moon walking
And let a nigga think it's
Sweet then the tools sparking
If a pussy want some beef get him to a coffin
And imma keep on sipping lean
Till' I'm through coughing
My shooters got impatient, yeah they agitated
Hit yo ass with that assault
Call that aggravated
Yeah they tried to take my style
So I had to change it
A silent nigga in my town yeah I'm
Chopper round leave your
Whole block evacuated
I went to school in the
Streets and I graduated
These niggas lying in their
Rhymes yeah they fabricated
The 40 wipe a nigga down
Like he after shaving
Big chains, big blunts, big ice
Big name, big money, flip white
Big rims, fuck hoes, live life
I'm a rock star, I sip drank and get right
Nigga
Bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit on me
Bitch I got that shit on me
Got about 20 bands, half a brick on me
Aye ugh!
Pull up on yo bitch now she uncomfortable
She finna bite down on my
Dick like I'm a lunchable
Bitch everybody know my name
Like I'm a Huxtable
I pop a bar, then get some brain
And smoke a blunt or two
I could see them niggas hurting
Since I'm putting on
I gave all the niggas work that
Told me put them on
It ain't no 100 dollar shirt then
I don't put it on
Bitches see me and get nervous
All this jewelry on
Nigga we was selling lean out of kush tubes
Get a bag and step on it like a foot stool
Skipped school so we move
Like the crooks move
Fuck all the rules we just
Doing what we could do
I probably sold a little boy to ya mamma them
They see them boys like 'oh boy
It's a lot of them'
Send a pussy to the lord if it's a prob lem
I get to shooting so quick
Like where the chopper went
When it come to getting money
Ain't no prob there
I got all the fucking work
Should have a job fair
These niggas say thy hit the
Road and they tied there
Boy that shit ain't even yours
Like a time share the only rapper in the
"D" with a hunnit-strip
Cuz I'm really in the
Streets making onion flips
Counting so much money, I get money sick
Blow the money so fast like
Where the 100's went
Tell me what kind of
Nigga got diamonds that'll "BLING!"
Blind ya tell me what kind of
Nigga got diamonds that'll "BLING!"
Blind ya tell me what kind of
Nigga got diamonds that'll "BLING!"
Blind ya tell me what kind of
Nigga got diamonds that'll "BLING!"
Blind ya yeah