Icewear Vezzo - Live In STL lyrics

Damn, Max, this one's too hard (Whew, hm)
Hold up, Crystal
Let me talk this shit real quick
You know them people listening (Sike)
Aight, I want them sitting down yeah, yeah

Move around this bitch look
Like I know something (Huh)
He keep movin' in secret
I'm gon' blow something (For real) , yeah
Wipe that nigga nose he think it's alright
Come on (Achoo)
I mean, give that boy a towel I
Think his nose running (Ugh, woo)
Yeah, bitch, I got a attitude
My bitches say I'm kinda rude, be flexin'
Got all kind of juice
He can get that Wockhardt or that kiki
Got all kinda juice (Skrrt)
Nigga just be lookin' at that blicky
He ain't tryna shoot
Walk еm' down, we gon' chalk him down
Draco hawk him down
I'm from the Mile, bitch, I rеp that 6
But be all around
Shoot that bitch and I don't need no help
Or don't call around
I get sneaky with it, if he
P knock his daughter down, i'm sorry
Yeah, I want my trap back
AR with the scope, it's big as hell
I call it fatback
Call my doctor up, he called his "yeah
We need Act' back"
Fuck the music, I don't care about fame
I let the racks stack
Freaky bitch, met her in the Louis
Yeah she a nat nat
You just make a statement, you hit the stand
You a rat rat
Told the opps I'm smokin' on they mans
This a pack pack
Karo-ed 'em then I rapped about it
He a jack-jack
Yeah, bitch, this chain a hunnid pack
MAC-11 with that thirty on it
He do the jumping jacks
Sold a brick, took a basket out it
Gave a onion back
I found my plug and told him work ain't come
I need my money back hold on
(Man, Drank God) , fuck it, I'ma keep going
Diamond chain and it got them pointers
This bitch keep snowin'
In Detroit, it get hot as hell
But it keep snowin'
Hit him with that sh that blow dryer
I just keep blowin'
(Pop, pop, pop) , for real

That's it, I really quit right there
(Baow, baow, baow, baow) give me an adlib
(Drank God, Rich Off Pints, bitch)
We really rich off pints, nigga
Mm, alright I quit, cut it