Icewear Vezzo, Rio Da Yung OG - New Lane lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo, Rio Da Yung OG - New Lane lyrics]
Drank God what? What?
Yeah what?
All the doors open
Keep that bitch in, alright (Iced Up Records)
All that loud talk
keep your plans to yourself
I'll leave somethin'
Keep your hands to yourself
Got a bad bitch that I be playin' to the left
The whole East fucked her
She done ran to the West
I'll never let a nigga take shit from me
I'll never let a nigga up stick on me
I don't do no rap beefs or no diss songs
Yeah, get a nigga dropped for some rent money
I just spent a light rack on Balenci runners
AP hug my wrist like we miss each other
Just got another lean house
Doin' Kendrick numbers
Act' pint five thousand, yeah
That's fifty hundreds
You always got your hand out
And your double cup
Way before styrofoam, bitch, I doubled up
All that talk under your breath
Fuck you mumblin' for?
I'll let this bitch fly, watch 'em huddle up
Ain't a nigga ever hit the road like I did
Ain't a nigga ever hit the road like I did
Heavy woods in the crib like I kill
I'll never stop sippin' drank, on my kids
Y'all just standin' 'round this bitch
I'll rain it out
Yeah, somethin' gettin' dropped if
I bring it out
Another good nigga gone just for hangin' out
Just talked to cuz on the phone
New lane en route catch a nigga at his show
Where your chain and watch? Matter fact
Hit them pockets like he changin' out
I ain't never did a feature
For the same amount
And I can fuck any bitch
'cause I'm famous now
Brought two hundred blues, huh? Nigga
Bring 'em out
I got a thousand twenties on me
Let's change 'em out
Up the Glock on a pussy nigga
I'll bang him out
I want some money out this shit
Fuck the fame and clout
Real fiend, when I'm done with the pint
I drain it out strip a rapper ass naked
With the stainless out
Oh, that nigga think he smart?
Hit his brain with Glock
Cook the dope, before I rinse the pot
I'ma scrape it out
I work for the city, take the chopper
Paint a nigga block
Leave a nigga head wet, come ring it out
I don't fuck with bum hoes who complain a lot
Bring my Glock when I hit the road
That's my safest route hey, you a big capper
Pour the Wocky with the red, I'm a mismatcher
Stuffed the dope twenty-somethin' times
In some big bastards
Make a nigga disappear like magic
I'm a witchcrafter
Yeah what?
All the doors open
Keep that bitch in, alright (Iced Up Records)
All that loud talk
keep your plans to yourself
I'll leave somethin'
Keep your hands to yourself
Got a bad bitch that I be playin' to the left
The whole East fucked her
She done ran to the West
I'll never let a nigga take shit from me
I'll never let a nigga up stick on me
I don't do no rap beefs or no diss songs
Yeah, get a nigga dropped for some rent money
I just spent a light rack on Balenci runners
AP hug my wrist like we miss each other
Just got another lean house
Doin' Kendrick numbers
Act' pint five thousand, yeah
That's fifty hundreds
You always got your hand out
And your double cup
Way before styrofoam, bitch, I doubled up
All that talk under your breath
Fuck you mumblin' for?
I'll let this bitch fly, watch 'em huddle up
Ain't a nigga ever hit the road like I did
Ain't a nigga ever hit the road like I did
Heavy woods in the crib like I kill
I'll never stop sippin' drank, on my kids
Y'all just standin' 'round this bitch
I'll rain it out
Yeah, somethin' gettin' dropped if
I bring it out
Another good nigga gone just for hangin' out
Just talked to cuz on the phone
New lane en route catch a nigga at his show
Where your chain and watch? Matter fact
Hit them pockets like he changin' out
I ain't never did a feature
For the same amount
And I can fuck any bitch
'cause I'm famous now
Brought two hundred blues, huh? Nigga
Bring 'em out
I got a thousand twenties on me
Let's change 'em out
Up the Glock on a pussy nigga
I'll bang him out
I want some money out this shit
Fuck the fame and clout
Real fiend, when I'm done with the pint
I drain it out strip a rapper ass naked
With the stainless out
Oh, that nigga think he smart?
Hit his brain with Glock
Cook the dope, before I rinse the pot
I'ma scrape it out
I work for the city, take the chopper
Paint a nigga block
Leave a nigga head wet, come ring it out
I don't fuck with bum hoes who complain a lot
Bring my Glock when I hit the road
That's my safest route hey, you a big capper
Pour the Wocky with the red, I'm a mismatcher
Stuffed the dope twenty-somethin' times
In some big bastards
Make a nigga disappear like magic
I'm a witchcrafter