Icewear Vezzo – Bacc Again

Ayy, catch him with that 40, I’ma dog walk
Every nigga and his shorty, buy ’em all coughs
Wish a nigga would, I knock a log off
He in his Wraith
Hit his hood and knock the stars off it, ugh
Halloween baby, got an iced-out pumpkin
Count the pros, bitch, I’m up just like I’m jumpin’, nigga
I been gettin’ money since pints was a hundred
Just ’cause we fam don’t mean its love; I iced my uncle (bitch)
I grew up on six and Hoover, right where 12 at, ayy
I don’t trust shit but this Kel-Tec, ayy
Hop out of the Bentley and just drill shit
So much motherfuckin’ pape’, I’m the mailman, ayy
Have a money fight with your favorite rapper, nigga
I done took shit from your favorite rapper, ayy (Iced Up Records)
Bust down the chicken, I got table manners
Draco came with ladders
Shootin’ shit and we gon’ save the extras, ugh

Stopped sippin’ drank, I’m back on it, ayy
Fuck squashin’ beef, I’m back on it, yeah
Bust every piece, I’m back frozen
She gon’ jump off the dick, then back on it, ugh
Stopped sippin’ drank, I’m back on it, ayy
Fuck squashin’ beef, I’m back on it, yeah
Bust every piece, I’m back frozen
She gon’ jump off the dick, then back on it, ugh

Caught a nigga slippin’ up at Coney (what you do?)
Took his strap off him, put that bitch right back on him
Ho start whippin’, I’m back hungry
I ain’t killin’ for less than forty
I start blowin’ when I’m naughty, I’ve been tryna keep my poise
Bitch, don’t touch me, what’s that noise?
Ho, come fuck one of them boys, I got two out of the toys
Yeah, this Cuban on me dancin’, might put twenty on the table
Shoppin’, feel a lil’ romantic
I’m the shit, ho, just don’t panic
It’s a couple that’s automatic
I can’t be anywhere; I got a couple niggas whacked
Still fuck a nigga app, I don’t fuck with niggas’ raps
I’ll bust a nigga ass, I ain’t green, don’t even ask
Niggas know that I ain’t goin’ (at all)
Name a nigga homie, doggybone, and I am blowin’