Icewear Vezzo - Pape Talk lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Icewear Vezzo - Pape Talk lyrics]
(Gangsta Grizzillz)
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Gon' run this shit up, nigga half a ticket
Let's run this shit up vezzo, DJ Drama
I'm like, fuck a handout
Ain't doin' no freebies, i'd rather pay shit
(yeah) niggas be playin' a fifty
So I keep a big Glock where my waist is
To keep it hundred
(A hundred) , been chillin' on niggas
Ain't with all that fake shit
Been hearing how niggas be talking
And gossip like hoes, i just never say shit
Just got a new chain bust, yeah
I been focused since I gave that drank up
In Truth, I'ma rain somethin'
It ain't a bad bitch that I can't fuck
It's like now that I'm richer
(Richer) , these niggas be iffy, they move
I'ma spank somethin'
That Cullinan holdin' up traffic
Ghetto and savage
Might fuck on a bank teller
I ain't been playin' the net
Or fuckin' with rappers
Wе really move somethin'
All that linkin' up shit
Rеally pussy, so nigga, i'm cool on it
Imagine me ridin' a wave, don't
Care for the fame, i just want the money
(That paper) want millions on millions
(Hundreds) , this chopper be bangin'
This bitch hold a hundred
Huh, I got a big dope
Knot, we talking 'bout racks
My shit long as Runyon
Been runnin' my city for years
'cause I'm really turnt
They think I'm just lucky
Huh, I'm really a big dog, I ain't
Never chasin' no hoes or clout, nigga
Rose gold Sky-Dweller, all chunkies, this
Shit 'bout a house, nigga
Yeah, this that pape' talk, Maybach, fuck it
I let the Wraith talk (That Wraith)
Just did two years in the
Feds for a little pistol
That shit was a cakewalk
Yeah, got me a gutter bitch (yeah)
She a pill stuffer just like my other bitch
(My other ho) i sent that ho on the road
You better not get caught
You know it's gon' come with shit (Bitch)
I really run the six, rock her to sleep
These bitches be dumb as shit (yeah)
Fuck who you coming with
Don't really be dancin'
Just let the money flip
The rap game shook, they see we got motion
Niggas be nervous
Yeah, hundred round drum sit
Inside the Drac', look like an Excursion
(Skrrt)
Put dog shit on your head just like a turban
Shoot through the curtains (Pow, pow)
Real street nigga, yeah, I
Fuck with the music, but I be serving
(But I be serving, Gangsta Grizzillz)
Servin', nigga
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Niggas ain't havin' no motion
'round this motherfucker, nigga
Pew, uh
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
Gon' run this shit up, nigga half a ticket
Let's run this shit up vezzo, DJ Drama
I'm like, fuck a handout
Ain't doin' no freebies, i'd rather pay shit
(yeah) niggas be playin' a fifty
So I keep a big Glock where my waist is
To keep it hundred
(A hundred) , been chillin' on niggas
Ain't with all that fake shit
Been hearing how niggas be talking
And gossip like hoes, i just never say shit
Just got a new chain bust, yeah
I been focused since I gave that drank up
In Truth, I'ma rain somethin'
It ain't a bad bitch that I can't fuck
It's like now that I'm richer
(Richer) , these niggas be iffy, they move
I'ma spank somethin'
That Cullinan holdin' up traffic
Ghetto and savage
Might fuck on a bank teller
I ain't been playin' the net
Or fuckin' with rappers
Wе really move somethin'
All that linkin' up shit
Rеally pussy, so nigga, i'm cool on it
Imagine me ridin' a wave, don't
Care for the fame, i just want the money
(That paper) want millions on millions
(Hundreds) , this chopper be bangin'
This bitch hold a hundred
Huh, I got a big dope
Knot, we talking 'bout racks
My shit long as Runyon
Been runnin' my city for years
'cause I'm really turnt
They think I'm just lucky
Huh, I'm really a big dog, I ain't
Never chasin' no hoes or clout, nigga
Rose gold Sky-Dweller, all chunkies, this
Shit 'bout a house, nigga
Yeah, this that pape' talk, Maybach, fuck it
I let the Wraith talk (That Wraith)
Just did two years in the
Feds for a little pistol
That shit was a cakewalk
Yeah, got me a gutter bitch (yeah)
She a pill stuffer just like my other bitch
(My other ho) i sent that ho on the road
You better not get caught
You know it's gon' come with shit (Bitch)
I really run the six, rock her to sleep
These bitches be dumb as shit (yeah)
Fuck who you coming with
Don't really be dancin'
Just let the money flip
The rap game shook, they see we got motion
Niggas be nervous
Yeah, hundred round drum sit
Inside the Drac', look like an Excursion
(Skrrt)
Put dog shit on your head just like a turban
Shoot through the curtains (Pow, pow)
Real street nigga, yeah, I
Fuck with the music, but I be serving
(But I be serving, Gangsta Grizzillz)
Servin', nigga
Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga?
Niggas ain't havin' no motion
'round this motherfucker, nigga
Pew, uh