Ice Bag lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
Yeah
(Reuel)
Keep it goin', n*gga (Stop playin' with these n*ggas)
Yeah
Drank God, alright
Yeah (Iced Up Records), yeah

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I got hella paper
f*ck the lackin', b*tch, 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]
b*tch, I go platinum, I just had eight, now I got eight more (You see this sh*t?)
Chop a di*k sucker, f*ck it, bro, I'ma let the K blow
Who you know want some yayos? That sh*t you up is Play-Dough (That sh*t light)
Stepped on it twice, n*ggas be gettin' what they pay for

[Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo]
f*ck them n*ggas talkin' 'bout, n*gga? I heard your pape' low (n*ggas f*cked 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 sh*t 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
n*gga, 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
b*tch, 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 b*tch in Oak Cliff as old as my daddy, n*gga

[Verse 5: Icewear Vezzo]
Just got a load of that Cali, count the pros in the Caddy (What?)
Scurvy n*gga, b*tch, 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 n*gga)
You be sittin' up hatin' (What?), I be sittin' back plottin'
We don't f*ck with no lames (Nah), got a clique full of mobsters (Real n*ggas)
Gang be trippin', sh*t, 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 b*tch got to bouncin'
Only hit the puss once and this b*tch got to houndin'
We gon' slap the whole bag 'til this b*tch get surrounded
I just sold five hundred beans out my room at the Townsend
If we melt our chain together, Vezz, we in this b*tch drownin'
How the f*ck am I so skinny when I'm through this b*tch poundin'?
I been tiltin' the 'Rex, I been payin' for sex
Hope your ass end up dead, I been prayin' for that
I be f*ckin' on your ho and I ain't payin' for that
You know this b*tch a piece of sh*t and you stayin' for that, n*gga?
[Outro]
(Welcome to Get A Bag Records)
(Let's get a bag)