Get Bacc - Icewear Vezzo

Yeah, yeah (June, you're a genius) Fuck the hood you claim, I'm on that off the rip Straight out the gate I ain't no rat, I ain't no ho or bitch, huh Them niggas playin', ain't never blow no sticks Got tired of totin' F&N 'cause it don't hold no switch Pop out at yo' show, yeah we want dog You know that shit you did, stop coppin' pleas up on them calls I told lil' bro 'nem chill, we got the lo' on they whole squad They gon' post 'em on the news, and in the blogs We dump with kids in their cars My shorty on the run, I be with hot niggas That OG pack, this shit hit stronger when it's opps in it The hood is way too turnt, so I just pop in it Met that boy outside, right at the store, cause' Up them drugs and left some shots in him That's my baby, know we steppin' for big cuddy You know that's brother, treat his momma like my mother Before I shed a tear, we up the sco', that's how we comin' Givin' statements, niggas tellin' and be hoes when they in public Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that Ain't fuckin' with no nigga if he told I had a few homies I used to love, turned into hoes That money bring envy, these niggas pussy playin' roles For that clout they sell their soul, ain't no code Seen real niggas turn to trolls I miss my nigga GG, we on hunt though Put that on gang, ain't sayin' names, you know it's up though Boss of my city, I'm really cut, watch who you come for Ain't tryna talk to no big homies Bitch it's up, don't give a fuck, them niggas done for Catch them niggas lackin', we got action Pop out in your city, Ski up that ratchet, we in traffic Got choppers and glizzies, Drac' hold a hundred, that's a Patek Free lil' Rello, bitch we active I'm with steppers, they gon' whack shit for them Jacksons I was fucked up now I'm good, I grind it out Ain't doin' no talkin' That kind of paper make yo' cause' slime you out They got my baby for a M, I bond him out Give the lawyer thirty racks to slide it out These niggas rats, be hidin' out Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that get back, get back Get back, get back, get back, get back, get back Nigga this that

I ain't recorded in over two weeks (Cash out what it do?) Okay, shit Yeah, Drank God Yeah Mud baby, I went gun crazy I got drug habits Big game, keep that stick on me Yeah that's my lil' nigga Crip member, we don't swiping Cause bitch we drug trafficking Hid the hunnid's, signed with big cheese Shout out my blood niggas (shout out my blood niggas) Hmmm, yeah, bitch we bought mud with us Hit yo city, flood the whole town I bought a tub with us (I bought a tub with us) At my show, got two hundred niggas, I brought the club with us Take that 'stendo put it on switches, I love to plug niggas I love to shoot shit, got the kujick That's two hundred, count up them blue strips Slide to Mikey, a million in cash, just got a new kit Popped a bean, then fell on the curb, I need a new mix Yeah, shit, should see the opps faces I ain't fuck cause she got no ass, hoe I am not basic Pour an eight or jumped in the 'vette, I'm in the drop wasted (skrr) Hunnid rounds, I put a sign on it, this choppa not vacant Yeah, wish they would stop hatin' Audemar got black and white diamonds, hoe I am not racist Check the gram, we got his fam mad, cause he did not make it Dropped a load, been lurkin' all night I had to swap pages Sick sipper, drinkin' click clicker, this for them big niggas Why all the opps we beefin' with broke? They need to fix niggas Check the sco' we wipe niggas nose, yeah I'm a sick nigga (fuck) Goon squad, bitch I rep that D But ain't got Trick with us (that's my uncle) Ouu, he in that trick bag, wrap him up or treat him like uh- Yeah, this a gift bag Fendi belt with Alex McQueens', I love to mix fashion He turn around, we takin' him out, I call that get back Yeah, bitch, I got a big bag I sent a play threw Cudi the blitz, bitch I'm like knick knack Bust my ears and then bust my neck, I made my wrist mad She got good brain, I pulled my dick out and told her to think fast Hm, yeah, I let my mink drag Poured a pop then ran out already, I like to drink fast Twenty thousand, stuffin' them grants, bitch I got pink cash If he don't live it then I can't listen, and plus the beats ass Crack the Qua', give me a gulp, pour that mud in double cups Diamonds on me moon walkin', run it up then fuck it up Banana clip on big drakey, AR with the monkey nuts Told take the condom when she suckin', with yo funky butt Rich off pints, two That's how we comin' back (Cash out what it do?)