Apple Jacks lyrics
by Icewear Vezzo
[INTRO: Icewear Vezzo}
(BP)
Yeah
Drank-god
(04 DONT SMOKE NO SWISHERS)
f*ck these n*ggas talking bout'
b*tch, hmm
Big gang, big money gang
{VERSE 1: Icewear Vezzo}
Yeah, b*tch. got like 180 on
Ghetto b*tch, don't want no lazy hoe, crack pints with BabyJov
Don't sneak diss
Don't do no rap beef, we hop out sprayin' folks
Run it up, I get that check right now
b*tch I don't wait around
[?]
Spend me like a ten, I'm into fashion
Mudd Baby, I was sippin' Tek when they was glasses (yeah)
Diamonds dancing, only [?] your jewelry average
Pour me up some drank and pop some percs' man this a habit
Yeah, b*tch we really icing sh*t
Half a ticket stuffed it in my Miri's, ain't no Nike fit
A-R on me, gold on like the bank got a [?] blick
I can tell you never cut no lean cause your pints be hit. (b*tch!)
[VERSE 2: BabyJov]
(Yeah, tss)
Get yo wifey hit
I can tell you really not no thug, just be typing sh*t
In the club, lil [?] on me look like fire sticks
Smoke a n*gga by myself for real, I don't go hire hits
(Yeah, tss)
They call me BabyJov
How the f*ck yo grandma don't get pills, the f*ck she 80 for?
Plug got super-bowl's around this b*tch, he on his Brady flow
n*ggas super-heroes out this b*tch, they out here saving hoes
(Yeah, tss)
b*tch I'm super lit
Hit the mall, swipe 10k in Neiman's then dispute the sh*t
These diamonds in my chain, went got my name
Dont want no crucifix
Stupid ass got shot up in his mouth he had to lose his lips