Icewear Vezzo - Quagen lyrics

[Intro] I ain't recorded in over two weeks (Cash out what it do?) Okay, sh*t Yeah, Drank God Yeah [Verse] Mud baby, I went gun crazy I got drug habits Big game, keep that stick on me Yeah that's my lil' ni**a Crip member, we don't swiping Cause b*tch we drug trafficking Hid the hunnid's, signed with big cheese Shoutout my blood ni**as (Shoutout my blood ni**as) Hm, yeah, b*tch we bought mud with us Hit yo city, flood the whole town I bought a tub with us (I bought a tub with us) At my show, got two hundred ni**as, I brought the club with us Take that 'stendo put it on switches, I love to plug ni**as (Fa, fa, fa) I love to shoot sh*t, got the kujick That's two hundred, count up them blue strips Slide to Mikey, a million in cash, just got a new kit Popped a bean, then fell on the curb, I need a new mix Yeah, sh*t, should see the opps faces I ain't fu*k cause she got no ass, hoe I am not basic Pour an eight or jumped in the 'Vette, I'm in the drop wasted (Skrr) Hunnid rounds, I put a sign on it, this choppa not vacant Yeah, wish they would stop hatin' Audemar got black and white diamonds, hoe I am not racist Check the gram, we got his fam mad, cause he did not make it Dropped a load, been lurkin' all night I had to swap pages Sick sipper, drinkin' click clicker, this for them big ni**as Why all the opps we beefin' with broke? They need to fix ni**as Check the sco' we wipe ni**as nose, yeah I'm a sick ni**a (fu*k) Goon squad, b*tch I rep that D, but ain't got Trick with us (That's my uncle) Ouu, he in that trick bag, wrap him up or treat him like uh- Yeah, this a gift bag Fendi belt with Alex McQueens', I love to mix fashion He turn around, we takin' him out, I call that get back Yeah, b*tch, I got a big bag I sent a play threw Cudi the blitz, b*tch I'm like knick knack Bust my ears and then bust my neck, I made my wrist mad She got good brain, I pulled my dick out and told her to think fast Hm, yeah, I let my mink drag Poured a pop then ran out already, I like to drink fast Twenty thousand, stuffin' them grants, b*tch I got pink cash If he don't live it then I can't listen, and plus the beats ass Crack the Qua', give me a gulp, pour that mud in double cups Diamonds on me moon walkin', run it up then fu*k it up Banana clip on big drakey, AR with the monkey nuts Told take the condom when she su*kin', with yo funky bu*t [Outro] Rich Off Pints, two That's how we comin' back (Cash out what it do?)