Icewear Vezzo - Rob Who lyrics
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
The song showcases Vezzo's growth as an artist while staying true to his roots, earning him praise from fans and critics alike.
[Icewear Vezzo - Rob Who lyrics]
Real street nigga yeah
I'm a shooter and a rapper
Just like Soulja Slim (Rest in peace)
Free lil' Rello
That's my cuddy like we Costa kin
Pull up shinin', got them hoes like
"There he go again" (There he go)
Heard you caught a case and got right
Out and then he told again (Rats)
Heard them niggas robbin' who? I'm like
"Come try your luck" (Pussy)
Ain't no switches in the streets
That's 'cause we buy 'em up (Buy 'em up)
Fuck bein' friendly with these rappers
We really firе shit up (yeah)
Dog was playin' rows until I upped
He diеd for nothin' (Huh)
Richest nigga 'round my way
I really finish shit
Only nigga made it out and
Still be in this bitch
Left the club with all my ice
Look like a blizzard hit (Woo)
Took an eighth of raw right out the
Stash and stuffed a glizzy in it
(Stuffed a Glock)
Niggas ridin' 580's, that's for baby mamas
(Pussy) maybach, Wraith, Ghost, and 'Vette
I had two crazy summers
This eight mill' I got ain't shit
I'm 'bout to save a hundred (yeah)
My nephew caught a case
They dropped the charge soon as
We paid the lawyer fuck I look like
Renting cars that I don't care about?
(Facts) don't really post
So they don't know 'bout all my whereabouts
Remember me right off the horn
I had the syrup house (Woo)
That petty-ass jewelry around your neck
That shit embarrass us
Put new Forgis on my Rover and my double R
I make music
But be flexin' like I'm sellin' dog
(Sellin' dog)
Don't ever listen to them songs
Them boys ain't dead at all (That's cap)
How you look yourself up in the
Mirror after you tell the law? (Tell a cop)
I'm that nigga that was takin'
Trips with pints of syrup
I'm that nigga that keep countin'
Mills and ice and jewelry
You in the streets, go buy Turner's
That's the right insurance
Fell a lot of times
But I keep bouncin' back like Mike or Curry
(Bitch)
Get back records, homie six-nine records
Street nigga records, all that