Icewear Vezzo Shottas Lyrics

[Intro]
f*ck all that shit, nigga
Real shotta, nigga
p*ssy

[Verse]
Thirty in my waistline, uh (Yeah)
I'm a savage nigga, f*ck you and that playtime talk (Bah)
Big Drakey on me daily, knock your faceline off (Faceline off)
They gave my baby trafficking because the state lines crossed (Because the state lines crossed)
New Glocky, it shoot better than my last one (Yeah, woo)
f*ck your dead homie, he the opps and he look better in the casket (Hah)
A hundred thou', I set it in my mattress (A hundred)
Vvs's, set 'em in my Rollie, this bitch wetter than the last one (This bitch wetter than the last one) I'm in East Atlanta with that shit on me (What?)
We the type of niggas take your kid off you like, "Go get your big homie" (Go get your big homie)
Wish a nigga would, I put that stick on him (Get it?)
Hit him with that 'Ro, now his shit sip funny
This ap cost me brick money, yeah
Niggas ain't no hitters they play softball (Soft)
Slide right up on gang and get off on 'em, huh (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Put niggas on tees like a golfball (Bitch)
I just f*cked me a lil' thot right at the Hawthorn (Drank God), ugh

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