Rowdy Rebel, Icewear Vezzo - Put On lyrics
Chad Marshall [East Flatbush, Brooklyn. USA.] - GS9 -
Icewear Vezzo [Chivez Smith] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Rowdy Rebel, Icewear Vezzo - Put On lyrics]
Put on for my block everytime
My lil niggas need me
Diamonds dancing on my wrist that
Shit looking like C Breezy
I can get him killed
Without lifting a finger, that shit easy
We don't shut our eyes we walk
Niggas down and do niggas greasy
Real street nigga if I don't make it
In rap I know how to hustle
I use to flip packs
I used to move the work up in the duffle
Now I'm living out my dreams and my
Pinky ring looking like a puddle
Rich nigga make the bitch eat the dick
And tell her I don't wanna cuddle
I been locked down so many years
Sometimes I don't got no patience
I been trapping so damn hard
Sometimes I need vacations
My lil bro wanna slide sometimes
But that nigga on probation
I got shooters on standby I
Can put them in rotation
Nigga I could roll with killers
I seen friends slime they friends out
Thought he was your mans
You got them bands he ain't your mans now
Find out where he hide them racks
Then later he got fanned down
Drop a hundred on him that's the
Only way he'll stand down
Put on for my block everytime
My lil niggas need me
Diamonds dancing on my wrist that
Shit looking like C Breezy
I can get him killed
Without lifting a finger, that shit easy
We don't shut our eyes we walk
Niggas down and do niggas greasy
Pop out in your hood and spin that
Whole bitch till your block empty
I'm with all the shooters
And all the robbers, he got cops with him
Hundred in that chop
We shoot the glock until the shots empty
I put forgiatos on my new
Cullin' and my drop Bentley
Shine with all the guys if he ain't
Gang them niggas dead to me
I could spend two racks and have lil
Cuz come bring his head to me
I pour out my sprite without the can
And throw the red in it
Fell asleep from countin' you know the trap
House got a bed in it
Sold a half a brick that shit was
Short I took a onion off
I can't keep a plug fronting
Work cuz I'm running off
I be iffy bout who I be servin'
Niggas love to talk
Bro just hit the lick with all blue
Beams and a ton of salt
Put on for my block everytime
My lil niggas need me
Diamonds dancing on my wrist that
Shit looking like C Breezy
I can get him killed
Without lifting a finger, that shit easy
We don't shut our eyes we walk
Niggas down and do niggas greasy
My lil niggas need me
Diamonds dancing on my wrist that
Shit looking like C Breezy
I can get him killed
Without lifting a finger, that shit easy
We don't shut our eyes we walk
Niggas down and do niggas greasy
Real street nigga if I don't make it
In rap I know how to hustle
I use to flip packs
I used to move the work up in the duffle
Now I'm living out my dreams and my
Pinky ring looking like a puddle
Rich nigga make the bitch eat the dick
And tell her I don't wanna cuddle
I been locked down so many years
Sometimes I don't got no patience
I been trapping so damn hard
Sometimes I need vacations
My lil bro wanna slide sometimes
But that nigga on probation
I got shooters on standby I
Can put them in rotation
Nigga I could roll with killers
I seen friends slime they friends out
Thought he was your mans
You got them bands he ain't your mans now
Find out where he hide them racks
Then later he got fanned down
Drop a hundred on him that's the
Only way he'll stand down
Put on for my block everytime
My lil niggas need me
Diamonds dancing on my wrist that
Shit looking like C Breezy
I can get him killed
Without lifting a finger, that shit easy
We don't shut our eyes we walk
Niggas down and do niggas greasy
Pop out in your hood and spin that
Whole bitch till your block empty
I'm with all the shooters
And all the robbers, he got cops with him
Hundred in that chop
We shoot the glock until the shots empty
I put forgiatos on my new
Cullin' and my drop Bentley
Shine with all the guys if he ain't
Gang them niggas dead to me
I could spend two racks and have lil
Cuz come bring his head to me
I pour out my sprite without the can
And throw the red in it
Fell asleep from countin' you know the trap
House got a bed in it
Sold a half a brick that shit was
Short I took a onion off
I can't keep a plug fronting
Work cuz I'm running off
I be iffy bout who I be servin'
Niggas love to talk
Bro just hit the lick with all blue
Beams and a ton of salt
Put on for my block everytime
My lil niggas need me
Diamonds dancing on my wrist that
Shit looking like C Breezy
I can get him killed
Without lifting a finger, that shit easy
We don't shut our eyes we walk
Niggas down and do niggas greasy