Wreckless
Icewear Vezzo, Baby Smoove
Tell my buyer "I'm a rapper
I can have my dawg meet you"
I can do a ten in a day off of features
Tryna kick the cup
But it's worse than the needle
Tryna get some sauce
Lil nigga I can teach you
Heard he got a good ticket on that dog
I can beat it hit it once then hit it again
That's a remix
Heat it up, shit gave her the chills
She anemic love that Drac' and I love
That Mac I'm from B-wick ghetto bitch
Heard she got a head on her shoulders
Baby daddy trippin'
Knock his head off his shoulders
Before the oranges I was in
A tin with them boulders
Up and down I75 with a motor
Aye, I'm on seventy five with
Bout fifty five pieces off a head nod
I can't have you dodging demons
I'm in Vlone but my
Shoes came from Neiman's
I'ma cut her off if she average, even decent
I heard that boy a rat
He wrote statements at the precinct
They copy everything
I know them boys wanna be me
The way that I be lookin' know
Them bitches think it's easy
Him think it's all fun and games
Do him greasy in California shopping got me
Late for my meetings i just want some head
Why yo mama wanna meet me?
Used to look at them
Now it's me all on the TV
Nigga call for a turkey chop, I'm at BB
(Iced Up Records)
Riding round in that Wraithy
Want some work? He don't get it now
It's a late fee
Pop a perc, how she blow me down
Shit amazing good drank got a nigga
Scratching like it's scabies
She don't never say the Smoove
All I hear is that Baby
My nigga know where it's green as hell
I said "take me"
The narcs hit they lights
Think them bitches tryna race me
High as hell
Don't know where this juice tryna take me
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