From That Way lyrics

by

Icewear Vezzo


[Intro]
(Iced Up Records)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
All I do is pop my sh*t, I get boy the nicer ho
Get the Rolls, buy two bricks, I ain't got no license, though
Dog sh*t fill up my pants, b*tch, I need a [diaper, my?] ho
I get dressed, put on that sh*t, got Louis sneaks and my cologne
All these n*ggas rap like me, mm, b*tch, I made them n*ggas
Can't keep up, but can compete, there's too much of paper difference
Did a show with fifty Gs, bought two Dracs and eighty pistols
Yellow Percocets Chinese with Ty, his neighbor crippled (Iced Up Records)
I got Chanel, no lil' plate, dog, yeah, I atе 'em b*tches
Black and white and Asian b*tchеs, I just have my way with b*tches
We're okay, and he from the eight, I'm from the sixth, we eighty-six
There's some n*ggas out here tellin' 'bout some sh*t I can't even mention
Got more children than your whole team
Lil' Willy said them feds watchin', keep your nose clean
Money long, n*gga, I still be spendin' old cheese
Got a hundred rounds sittin' in that Drac', this b*tch a long sleeve
I ain't doin' no rap beef, yeah, b*tch, I'm from that way
Think my young n*gga MUA, he'll pull up and paint your face
Are you out here cashin' hoes? We let that b*tch play in your face
Takin' risk about that pape', we crash out and catch a case
Nothin' but slips sittin' in my safe, a half of million, give or take
This [?]'s a candlelight, reach for my chain, this sh*t ain't safe
I ain't friendly with these n*ggas, f*ck 'em, mane, these n*ggas jakes
I [?] to the woods, sh*t, I'd rather be with snakes
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
Mm, out the mud, n*gga, f*ck the law, n*gga
Weight the dog about a tons, n*gga
Big bag, cuh, got bounty hunters, that's my blood n*ggas
GI stones, that sh*t you rock, that's what my son'll get, n*gga

[Outro: Icewear Vezzo & Max B]
Yeah, man, f*ck these n*ggas
These n*ggas, they ain't f*ckin' with me
I ain't got nothing else to say, bro, cut that b*tch up, b*tch
Everything y'all n*ggas do, I don't do, I do the other thing
Everything, y'all n*ggas go across the street that way, I'm goin' up
Holla at your boy, I do other things, man, I don't do what y'all n*ggas do
I don't do what n*ggas do, I don't watch n*ggas' money, I don't care
I just do what I do
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