[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
Yeah
(Reuel)
Keep it goin', nigga (Stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah
Drank God, alright
Yeah (Iced Up Records), yeah
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I got hella paper
Fuck the lackin', bitch, we steppin' like an escalator
Quarter million 'round my neck, that's just an estimation
Only bust a couple watches down, might save the best for later
[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
Bitch, I go platinum, I just had eight, now I got eight more (You see this shit?)
Chop a dick sucker, fuck it, bro, I'ma let the K blow
Who you know want some yayos? That shit you up is Play-Dough (That shit light)
Stepped on it twice, niggas be gettin' what they pay for
[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? I heard your pape' low (Niggas fucked up)
We would've stripped him for his jewelry, but it's fake, though
Yeah, a hundred stuffed up in my pants, I got a bank on me (What?)
Get the work and sell this shit for half 'cause I ain't pay for it (Hah)
[Verse 4: AllStar JR]
Hit the 'caine with the presser, I'm reblockin' this extras
Had a threesome with two hoes, then I blocked 'em together
Nigga, talkin' out your noodle get you popped in the melon
I got a pint of Wock' with me and I'm not finna sell it
Bitch, we drivin' and slammin', we just ridin' and jammin'
A thousand pack in her panties, my charm gold as a Grammy
Got a hundred hundred-dollar bills as old as my granny
I got a thick bitch in Oak Cliff as old as my daddy, nigga
[Verse 5: Icewear Vezzo]
Just got a load of that Cali, count the pros in the Caddy (What?)
Scurvy nigga, bitch, we used to sell the 'bows in the alley (No cap)
I was broke and unhappy (Uh), now I'm froze in a Chally (Froze)
Really got it out the mud, just got a Rolls and a mansion
Got 'em sick to they stomach, I got rich with no problem (Rich nigga)
You be sittin' up hatin' (What?), I be sittin' back plottin'
We don't fuck with no lames (Nah), got a clique full of mobsters (Real niggas)
Gang be trippin', shit, he tryna put a switch on a chopper
[Verse 6: AllStar JR]
You be fixin' up houses, I be mixin' up ounces
Made two hundred thou' with that windchill in the mountain
Tryna get the ball rollin' and that bitch got to bouncin'
Only hit the puss once and this bitch got to houndin'
We gon' slap the whole bag 'til this bitch get surrounded
I just sold five hundred beans out my room at the Townsend
If we melt our chain together, Vezz, we in this bitch drownin'
How the fuck am I so skinny when I'm through this bitch poundin'?
I been tiltin' the 'Rex, I been payin' for sex
Hope your ass end up dead, I been prayin' for that
I be fuckin' on your ho and I ain't payin' for that
You know this bitch a piece of shit and you stayin' for that, nigga?
[Outro]
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
Yeah
(Reuel)
Keep it goin', nigga (Stop playin' with these niggas)
Yeah
Drank God, alright
Yeah (Iced Up Records), yeah
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I got hella paper
Fuck the lackin', bitch, we steppin' like an escalator
Quarter million 'round my neck, that's just an estimation
Only bust a couple watches down, might save the best for later
[Verse 2: AllStar JR]
Bitch, I go platinum, I just had eight, now I got eight more (You see this shit?)
Chop a dick sucker, fuck it, bro, I'ma let the K blow
Who you know want some yayos? That shit you up is Play-Dough (That shit light)
Stepped on it twice, niggas be gettin' what they pay for
[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
Fuck them niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? I heard your pape' low (Niggas fucked up)
We would've stripped him for his jewelry, but it's fake, though
Yeah, a hundred stuffed up in my pants, I got a bank on me (What?)
Get the work and sell this shit for half 'cause I ain't pay for it (Hah)
[Verse 4: AllStar JR]
Hit the 'caine with the presser, I'm reblockin' this extras
Had a threesome with two hoes, then I blocked 'em together
Nigga, talkin' out your noodle get you popped in the melon
I got a pint of Wock' with me and I'm not finna sell it
Bitch, we drivin' and slammin', we just ridin' and jammin'
A thousand pack in her panties, my charm gold as a Grammy
Got a hundred hundred-dollar bills as old as my granny
I got a thick bitch in Oak Cliff as old as my daddy, nigga
[Verse 5: Icewear Vezzo]
Just got a load of that Cali, count the pros in the Caddy (What?)
Scurvy nigga, bitch, we used to sell the 'bows in the alley (No cap)
I was broke and unhappy (Uh), now I'm froze in a Chally (Froze)
Really got it out the mud, just got a Rolls and a mansion
Got 'em sick to they stomach, I got rich with no problem (Rich nigga)
You be sittin' up hatin' (What?), I be sittin' back plottin'
We don't fuck with no lames (Nah), got a clique full of mobsters (Real niggas)
Gang be trippin', shit, he tryna put a switch on a chopper
[Verse 6: AllStar JR]
You be fixin' up houses, I be mixin' up ounces
Made two hundred thou' with that windchill in the mountain
Tryna get the ball rollin' and that bitch got to bouncin'
Only hit the puss once and this bitch got to houndin'
We gon' slap the whole bag 'til this bitch get surrounded
I just sold five hundred beans out my room at the Townsend
If we melt our chain together, Vezz, we in this bitch drownin'
How the fuck am I so skinny when I'm through this bitch poundin'?
I been tiltin' the 'Rex, I been payin' for sex
Hope your ass end up dead, I been prayin' for that
I be fuckin' on your ho and I ain't payin' for that
You know this bitch a piece of shit and you stayin' for that, nigga?
[Outro]
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)
( AllStar JR )
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