Vono Montana, Midwest Milly, IUR Jetto, Icewear Vezzo, KrispyLife Kidd - Iced Up Records lyrics

(Ooh shit, that’s a Danny G beat)
Like I done disappeared (Getta Beats)
Aye, bitch I’m in the streets
They like 'Vono where you been at?'
Like I done disappeared (Iced Up Records)

They like 'Vono where you been at?'
Like I done disappeared
I been in the trap with
The junkies selling Britney Spears
They sayin' 'you with Vezzo?
Did you get a deal?'
Nah, them just my niggas in the D
And they gon' keep it real
I got chickens for thе L-O
You tryna see em swim
Thirty-four off every brick
I’m gеttin' off like Paul Pierce
Shoot niggas like Melo you know I’m all in
I’m the type to go to jail
For something that my dog did

Russian chopstick, taller than Mutombo
Four nick' knock a hole outta Dumbo
In the kitchen mix the pot up like gumbo
Milly fuck up the pans, I’m a five star chef
Ice on my neck cost a C8 'Vette
Find a bitch I need, I ain’t seen one yet
I ain’t go to college but
I’m good with the pape'
Out in Cleveland Vezzo blew the
Tire off the Wraith
We don’t ride V6s, we ride straight 8s
Switch on my glizzy, tryna duck a fed case
Birds in the living room, I feel like Guwop
Pour four ounces in my soda
Turn it to a new pop

I don’t need a entourage
I’ll slide by myself
Pink AR hit a nigga in the neck or the chest
I just left the titty bar, shhh
Know I made a mess
I just hit NoJo’s Kicks and
Grabbed the whole top shelf
Baby mama call a nigga
I ain’t got shit for that hoe
Cause when I got up out the
Feds, she ain’t have a place, took bro
I ain’t trippin', I just got a spot
You know we servin' blow
Ask Vono, ask Milly, know I’m good in the hoe
I just whipped up some drank
This shit got me movin' slow
I just bought a new 40
Bet' not be up at the store
Imma ice 'em, Imma Durk 'em
Imma try to up the score
Smack that fent' with that dog
Left auntie on the floor

Quagen, Tris, Wocky, sip some
Fifty-thousand on my charm
I coulda got some Bitcoin (for real)
Ballin' in the club
I been near knocked your bitch down
(pow, pow) baby mansion in the 'burbs
Yeah that bitch cost me six hundred
(six hundred racks)
Pop-out in Columbus, I’m with Vono and nem
In the hood we got good doggy
Like I’m Ralo and nem, yeah
(Ralo) slide-up in playground
I got big piles of that shit (dog shit)
Fuck around and get to trippin'
Throw a Tahoe again (throw a Tahoe again)
Get that bag and get to
Shakin' like it’s Parkinson (shakin')
If you ain’t gang and we ain’t family
Ain’t not talkin' shit down (uh-un)
Yoppa on my side, I get to walkin' shit down
(pow, pow)
I drive Wraith and Lou drive Phantom
We the talk of the town, nigga
(KrispyLife)

Been and dropped some shit like I’m clumsy
On the loose, that’s Tuesday
Got 20K on me clubbin' keep them packs in
Ya boy keep 'em like I do crunches
Runnin' up a motherfuckin' check
Think I got mustard
Put a hush on that bitch, make it sound funny
Me and my niggas do bullshit
Cause we got bond money
I hang with all dogs, I put that pound on you
Lay on this crib for a whole week
We a lounge jump you
In the club forty deep, see a opp
We put a crowd on him
I asked her can I pee on her
I told her that a put a smile on me
Make a nigga disappear
Play this shit like David Blaine
My plug ain’t from around here
I need currency exchange
Dawg talkin' all that slick shit
That boy just brave boook, boook, dome shot
I done knocked off the waves
I don’t just use it for the slogan
Cause I really keep Ks and I keep all blues
I don’t really keep change