Icewear Vezzo - Lamb Chop lyrics

[Intro] Alright (Damn, Max, this one's too hard) Drank God Roll the zone up, ni**a Rich Off Pints Yeah, we really rich off pints, though (Iced Up Records) [Verse] Yeah, we cookin' lamb chops Grab that chopper, I might spazz out, Tezzo gon' crash out AR on me turn his heart to, into a ragtop Shoot the F&N 'til it jam, it make my pants hot Yeah, I got that fin co*ked Got the best chains in the club, that's why I stand out fu*k security, alright, I mean I said fu*k security, he's a ho, I make him stand out (He a pussy, for real) I got my ice on Clear diamonds all VVS, they look like white 1's Choose a side, but picked the wrong one and now his life gone ni**as think lil' gang doin' plumbin' because that pipe on 'em Yeah, Drac' like an iPhone .223, I got that four-five, he gon' get Mike'd on Take your b*tch and give her AP, now she don't like holmes Audemars shine like the— just cut the lights off I been grinding since I was five, now I'm an icon (For real) Freaky b*tch, she got a big ass, and got them tights on 760, that's my new car, plus that's my FICO Shoot that Glocky 'til my hands numb, look like I type wrong Yeah, b*tch, this the murder season Chopper on me sound like Smurk singin', chain cost a thirty even fu*k my opps, they don't want beef but b*tch, we murder vegans So much jewelry sit on my chest, it made my shirt a— It made me anemic (I'm fu*kin' up) [Outro] Keep this sh*t goin' I'm really higher than a b*tch right now Type of ni**a, goddamn, I don't know what the fu*k I'm gon'— Who's that recording right now? That's Smurk? He burnt out, ni**a Max Beats Drank God Big Ice Rich Off Pints fu*k this sh*t, I ain't got no L's