I’m The Man lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah
What?
Star status (Bah)
Gettin' money in this b*tch (n*gga)
My n*gga Soda in this motherf*cker
My n*gga Lou in this b*tch
Iced Up Records, yeah

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Blowin' on crud with my motherf*ckin' goons
Shout out my n*gga Goop, that's my motherf*ckin' two
Had to call him up like, "How the f*ck I'm gon' move?" (Hello?)
sh*t, the ticket too high, I need some motherf*ckin' room
Call me Icewear 'cause I love lookin' frosty
Mastered everything that my cuz ever taught me
Scale the only thing that my plug ever bought me
Got two styrofoams, sippin' mud like it's coffee
Used to pop bars, go in robbin' n*ggas' spots (b*tch)
I took hella risks for every diamond in the watch
Went from shinin' cars to shinin' in the drop
Thirty rounds in the Glock, put a diamond in your top

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (Yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker (What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker (Yeah), ugh
[Verse 2: Team Eastside Snoop]
Got your b*tch rollin' Backwoods behind tint
Just bought two 40s with two thirties for the nine-six
They said he had them things in the house, it was a dry lick
f*ck a b*tch, treat my main ho like my side chick
Posted in the club with them motherf*ckin' felons
Yeah, them b*tches came compressed, but them motherf*ckers sellin'
n*gga step on my toes, split your motherf*ckin' melon
Vezz just copped a Jesus piece and that motherf*cker dancin'
Ain't no f*ckin' one-on-ones, this the motherf*ckin' streets
Don't wanna give me eighteen, man, this motherf*cker cheap
Got the all-white buffs, them b*tches lookin' like they bleached
In the club throwin' bands 'cause them motherf*ckers free, b*tch

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (Yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker (What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker (Yeah), ugh

[Verse 3: Lou Gram]
b*tches see me and they see dollar signs (Money)
Jesus hands right by them bird collar lines (Foreign)
Glow-in-the-dark Dom P, even my bottle shine (Sparkle)
Real drank sipper, I ain't runnin' out of lines (Never)
Watch fully blown, hard to tell time
That sh*t hit, so it's hard for you to sell lines (Hit drank)
I really bust trips, I used to bust scripts (Yup)
Had four chains on, I ain't tuck sh*t (Never)
I got the baddest hoes tryna suck my di*k (Ho)
Leave a hundred on the dresser if I bust quick (f*ck her)
A month, lil' n*gga, ain't you heard?
I ran my bands up f*ckin' with the R's and the syrup
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (Yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherf*cker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherf*cker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherf*cker (What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherf*cker (Yeah), ugh