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letra de jack artist - icewear vezzo

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
ayy, i’m a jack artist
yeah, i mean that literally, b-tch, i jack artists
yeah, i make that chopper sound like a ‘cat started
i just robbed a n-gga for ten ‘bows and got a trap started

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
just bought a case of green pints off the black market
sold my ram truck the other day, i’m ’bout to trackhawk it
he used to have dog sh-t, now he back walkin’
n-gga raise his voice, i’ma let the drakey speak, call that back talkin’

[verse 3: icewear vezzo]
and f-ck around and double back, call that backpedal (yeah)
i pour up, then take a nap and let the act’ settle (true)
he talkin’ crooked, headshot’ll leave his hat levеl
i get tired of f-ckin’ up the chickеn, time to stack cheddar

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
the rap game pay me good, but i’m a crack seller
legendary, who else you know made a hundred racks on tether?
i bust a whole watch down, i ain’t half-steppin’
that rio piece twelve racks, you can ask gary

[verse 5: icewear vezzo]
b-tch, i’m really from the 6, yeah, you can ask terry (6)
i heard you goin’ out of town, i got a bag ready
took 75 all the way, ain’t gotta ask siri
gotta take a risk to be a champ, these n-ggas act scary
they say i’m always leavin’ sh-t like i ran a race
how you don’t never throw no pape’, you just stand and hate?
pour so much motherf-ckin’ purple, turn the fanta grape
whole pint of wocky with the seal look like a can of paint
[verse 6: rio da yung og]
i made a lot of blues f-ckin’ with that tan and gray
forty-shot clip in the k, got a banana shape
i put the quali’ over tris and got a better taste
before the rap, we had a dope spot, a hundred grams a day
catch a n-gga walkin’ out the club, threw a party on him
catch me walkin’ into golden sun, thirty thousand on me
my right wrist was lookin’ plain, threw a carti on it
pop a n-gga in the strip club, now the party over

[verse 7: icewear vezzo]
white wraithy, white seats, threw the forgis on it
n-ggas need they kits tested, put a maury on ’em (hah)
heard he a sucker for them hoes, threw a barbie on him
goofy n-gga thought he was gon’ f-ck until she called us on him

[verse 8: rio da yung og]
shot my b-tch in her right leg, pulled a tory on her
you could f-ck any b-tch in flint if you got forty for her
i heard your mans snitched, told the whole story to ’em
on the 6 with vezz, sellin’ hit pints for robert horry numbers

[outro: rio da yung og]
yeah, ghetto boyz sh-t
iur sh-t
you know what the f-ck goin’ on

- icewear vezzo

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