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gmb - icewear vezzo & g.t. lyrics

[intro: g.t.]
(thank you, june)
yeah
come on, yeah

[verse 1: g.t. & icewear vezzo]
pop another pill, i’m alive, i’m awake
mixin’ up syrup, got it splashin’ in the wraith
feelin’ like a rocket, i might blast off today
i can’t slow it down ’cause i’m stuck in a race, yeah
pop them pills, yeah, pour up a glass, yeah
pour up some drank, yeah, blow that gas, yeah
we don’t sleep, naw, we don’t crash, naw
whole club movin’, got ’em goin’ fast (yeah)

[verse 2: icewear vezzo]
it ain’t a bag if the sh*t don’t never last, yeah
thousand ‘bows in a glad bag, stuff the trash can
whole kit on first aid, b*tch, i’m the band man
make the chopper do a handstand when we blam fam
it was bust rollies, now it’s vacherons
i ain’t cracked a seal in two weeks, they took the doctor down
brick squad with thе fetty, got the flakka brown
got a lot of thous in my pocket, makе me hop around

[verse 3: g.t.]
n*ggas always talking past tense, they some has*beens
bag drop around 5 a.m., tell ’em back in
we can start cleaning up the spot, this the last man
dumb n*gga had a hot head ’til he got fanned
‘member it was down the way, ninety days locked in
burn the rock sands, got ‘bows and we got tan
remember i would hustle, all i wanted was to get a ten
nowadays, when i blow a hundred bands, it feel like ten
[verse 4: icewear vezzo & g.t.]
i hold the paper to my heart because we feel like friends
got a cullinan truck and got a lam’, but i still like benz
i’ve been woke for thirty hours, countin’ a mil’ in tens
a mastermind, always got a plan, b*tch, i’m really him
bought a mansion for my babies, business for my wife
made my side b*tch a boss, i be really livin’ life, huh
sittin’ in the feds, quarter million off of white
i like the richard when it’s plain, but it’s litter when it’s ice, huh
this rap sh*t goin’, but the trap still bunkin’
n*ggas actin’ in they music and be cappin’ when they talkin’
bailed my nephew out, he caught a hat in minnetonka
cook a chicken like hibachi, send a pack to benihana
i been thuggin’ with g.t. since we was shorties
the only n*ggas ever gave me game was ch*llo, crazy, tim, and corey
was at the china club, mink, and morey’s
got thirties and the forties, make the stains from the afternoon to morning (ayy, yeah)

[verse 5: g.t.]
brand new off the lot, leave the sticker, show the price
boy, we traphouse legends, bro hakeem with them pints
serve the cut to the lames, pour the clean in a sprite
i don’t even like to call this sh*t rap, this my life
really, we way bigger, you know n*ggas just be talkin’
i got money tall as people d*mn near fillin’ out my closet
nowadays, i just thumb through it chillin’ at the office
if you ever go against it, they’ll be pickin’ out your coffin
a hundred thousand all blues, man, my pockets c walkin’
pop a half a genie, i can feel the bean talkin’
we ride bulletproof v’s, in a maybach crawlin’
me and ice stay ballin’, that’s my day*one partner
[outro]
(thank you, june)

- icewear vezzo g t lyrics

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