Icewear Vezzo - Lamb Chop lyrics

Alright (Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Drank God roll the zone up, nigga
Rich Off Pints
Yeah, we really rich off pints, though
(Iced Up Records)

Yeah, we cookin' lamb chops
Grab that chopper, I might spazz out
Tezzo gon' crash out
AR on me turn his heart to, into a ragtop
Shoot the F&N 'til it jam
It make my pants hot
Yeah, I got that fin cocked
Got the best chains in the club
That's why I stand out
Fuck security, alright, I mean
I said fuck security, he's a ho
I make him stand out (He a pussy, for real)
I got my ice on clear diamonds all VVS
They look like white 1's choose a side
But picked the wrong one and
Now his life gone
Niggas think lil' gang doin' plumbin'
Because that pipe on 'em
Yeah, Drac' like an iPhone
223, I got that four-five
He gon' get Mike'd on
Take your bitch and give her AP
Now she don't like holmes
Audemars shine like the just
Cut the lights off
I been grinding since I was five
Now I'm an icon (For real)
Freaky bitch, she got a big ass
And got them tights on
760, that's my new car, plus that's my FICO
Shoot that Glocky 'til my hands numb
Look like I type wrong
Yeah, bitch, this the murder season
Chopper on me sound like Smurk singin'
Chain cost a thirty even
Fuck my opps, they don't want beef but bitch
We murder vegans
So much jewelry sit on my chest
It made my shirt a
It made me anemic (I'm fuckin' up)

Keep this shit goin'
I'm really higher than a bitch right now
Type of nigga, goddamn
I don't know what the fuck I'm gon'
Who's that recording right now? That's Smurk?
He burnt out, nigga max Beats
Drank God big Ice
Rich Off Pints
Fuck this shit, I ain't got no L's