Icewear Vezzo - Free Kill lyrics

[Intro] (Reul, stop playing with these ni**as) Spin around and hit them boys again since they want recognition What? (Drank God) Big gang, ni**a, Drakey gang, ni**a Know how we comin', ni**a Yeah Pour me up, though, gang, alright [Verse] Spin around and hit them boys again since they want recognition I won't stop until them ni**as dead, b*tch, we gon' step for Rizzy Thirty poking, we got TECs and glizzys, chopper came with Mickey Pint of Wocky, barely sip that Trishy, all my hoes keep blicky Yeah, b*tch, we oh and fifty Black Amiri, stuff about one-fifty of them Rollin' 60 Hit Ohio, I just got two brickies, on the road with Whitney On a mission, oh, he owe that?— b*tch, I'm gon' blow that whistle Hmm, yeah, I put my hoes on b*tches Bust her down and tell her what I want, yeah, I mold my b*tchеs ni**as on the 'Gram, they cuffing rats, I don't pose for b*tchеs Ghetto ni**as, Forgis on the Wraith, put my Rolls on sixes (Rolls on that, ni**a) Yeah that's my jewelry talking (My jewelry talking) That new Maybach got a voice, sound like Siri talking (Sound like Siri talking) Why all your homeboys keep on dying? ni**as clearly soft (Too soft) Brick of dog, bust it out the wrapper, this the purest raw (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Yeah my Trackhawk cost one-twenty, that's how that Jeep feel (Drank God) Man I snatched a ni**a soul, that's how this beat feel Yeah, do a mixtape for my label, I need three mil' (Need three mil') Pussy reachin' for my chain, we got a free kill (We got a free kill)