Justin Credible, Icewear Vezzo - Rockin lyrics

Ayo we talkin' louder this year
It's up detroit, Michigan
Icewear Vezzo come on!

Took yo' bitch shopping, finna spin a Benz
I'm so motherfuckin' high
I think I'm finna land
Stuffed the Wraith with 'bows
Look like I'm in a van (Skrrt)
Do the dash on that Trackhawk
I need to get a tran (Ugh)
VS on my girl like Paul Wall
My nigga bought a Urus truck
And he on all fraud (Real)
Got niggas favorite bitches in my call log
I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Ain't gotta call off
And I'm a motherfuckin' boss
Ain't gotta wait for shit (Never)
It ain't no diamonds in that watch
You got a basic wrist (Basic, basic)
Pour that Keke in the water
I just waste the shit (Ugh)
Got FN with banana clip
I Bathing Ape the block (Bow, bow, bow, bow)
That "Wraithy" motor quiet
Can hear me drop a pin
I hear you dissing on the 'gram
Go head and drop the pin (Where that lo'?)
Them Forgiatos big, can barely park the Benz
Got so much shooters 'round this bitch
I feel like rockin' Ricks (Real)
It's so much dope around this bitch
I feel like the Chambers nem (Chambers)
Ain't gotta ask you for no pole
Cause I came with stick (Right here)
The clip too fucking big
Can barely aim this bitch
Got good dog, way too strong
Barely tamed this bitch (Dog food)
Flyin' through them trenches with them
Demons in a striker
Pourin' leazy in my Fanta
Spent to two Gs on SB 90s 200k in jewelry
My whole team look like we swipin'
Got a Richard Mille bustin'
This bitch punchin' just like Tyson (Mike)
Ran me up a bag, ain't have to wait for it
(Rappin') went and cashed me a new car
Ain't have to save for it
Catch me danglin' in the club
Then I got paid for it (Twenty racks)
Don't try to play me like
No rapper, cause, bitch, we ain't goin'
We ain't goin' for that shit, nigga
Try it again rich Off Pints
Deluxe, EP
Whatever the fuck you wanna call it
Know how we comin' ready?
That's how we comin' vezzo, what up?
I'm JUSTIN CREDIBLE
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