Icewear Vezzo - Jack Artist lyrics

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Ayy, I'm a jack artist Yeah, I mean that literally, b*tch, I jack artists Yeah, I make that chopper sound like a 'Cat started I just robbed a ni**a for ten 'bows and got a trap started [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] Just bought a case of green pints off the black market Sold my Ram truck the other day, I'm 'bout to Trackhawk it He used to have dog sh*t, now he back walkin' ni**a raise his voice, I'ma let the Drakey speak, call that back talkin' [Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo] And fu*k around and double back, call that backpedal (Yeah) I pour up, then take a nap and let the Act' settle (True) He talkin' crooked, headshot'll leave his hat levеl I get tired of fu*kin' up the chickеn, time to stack cheddar [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] The rap game pay me good, but I'm a crack seller Legendary, who else you know made a hundred racks on tether? I bust a whole watch down, I ain't half-steppin' That Rio piece twelve racks, you can ask Gary [Verse 5: Icewear Vezzo] b*tch, I'm really from the 6, yeah, you can ask Terry (6) I heard you goin' out of town, I got a bag ready Took 75 all the way, ain't gotta ask Siri Gotta take a risk to be a champ, these ni**as act scary They say I'm always leavin' sh*t like I ran a race How you don't never throw no pape', you just stand and hate? Pour so much motherfu*kin' purple, turn the Fanta grape Whole pint of Wocky with the seal look like a can of paint [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] I made a lot of blues fu*kin' with that tan and gray Forty-shot clip in the K, got a banana shape I put the Quali' over Tris and got a better taste Before the rap, we had a dope spot, a hundred grams a day Catch a ni**a walkin' out the club, threw a party on him Catch me walkin' into Golden Sun, thirty thousand on me My right wrist was lookin' plain, threw a Carti on it Pop a ni**a in the strip club, now the party over [Verse 7: Icewear Vezzo] White Wraithy, white seats, threw the Forgis on it ni**as need they kits tested, put a Maury on 'em (Hah) Heard he a su*ker for them hoes, threw a Barbie on him Goofy ni**a thought he was gon' fu*k until she called us on him [Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG] Shot my b*tch in her right leg, pulled a Tory on her You could fu*k any b*tch in Flint if you got forty for her I heard your mans snitched, told the whole story to 'em On the 6 with Vezz, sellin' hit pints for Robert Horry numbers [Outro: Rio Da Yung OG] Yeah, Ghetto Boyz sh*t IUR sh*t You know what the fu*k goin' on