letra de new lane - icewear vezzo
[intro: icewear vezzo]
drank god
what? what?
yeah
what?
all the doors open
keep that b-tch in, alright (iced up records)
[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
all that loud talk, keep your plans to yourself
i’ll leave somethin’, keep your hands to yourself
got a bad b-tch that i be playin’ to the left
the whole east f-cked her, she done ran to the west
i’ll never let a n-gga take sh-t from me
i’ll never let a n-gga up stick on me
i don’t do no rap beefs or no diss songs
yeah, get a n-gga dropped for some rent money
i just spent a light rack on balenci runners
ap hug my wrist like we miss each other
just got another lean house, doin’ kendrick numbers
act’ pint five thousand, yeah, that’s fifty hundreds
you always got your hand out and your double cup
way before styrofoam, b-tch, i doubled up
all that talk under your breath, f-ck you mumblin’ for?
i’ll let this b-tch fly, watch ’em huddle up
ain’t a n-gga ever hit the road like i did
ain’t a n-gga ever hit the road like i did
heavy woods in the crib like i k!ll
i’ll never stop sippin’ drank, on my kids
y’all just standin’ ’round this b-tch, i’ll rain it out
yeah, somethin’ gettin’ dropped if i bring it out
another good n-gga gone just for hangin’ out
just talked to cuz on the phone, new lane en route
catch a n-gga at his show, where your chain and watch?
matter fact, hit them pockets like he changin’ out
i ain’t never did a feature for the same amount
and i can f-ck any b-tch, ’cause i’m famous now
[verse 2: rio da yung og]
brought two hundred blues, huh? n-gga, bring ’em out
i got a thousand twenties on me, let’s change ’em out
up the glock on a p-ssy n-gga, i’ll bang him out
i want some money out this sh-t, f-ck the fame and clout
real fiend, when i’m done with the pint, i drain it out
strip a rapper ass-naked with the stainless out
oh, that n-gga think he smart? hit his brain with glock
cook the dope, before i rinse the pot, i’ma scr-pe it out
i work for the city, take the chopper, paint a n-gga block
leave a n-gga head wet, come ring it out
i don’t f-ck with bum hoes who complain a lot
bring my glock when i hit the road, that’s my safest route
hey, you a big capper
pour the wocky with the red, i’m a mismatcher
stuffed the dope twenty-somethin’ times in some big b-st-rds
make a n-gga disappear like magic, i’m a witchcrafter
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