Icewear Vezzo - Spice Talk lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] (It's a Wayne beat) That intro long as fu*k, ni**a What? That motherfu*ker ain't never droppin' in the world, is it? Yeah [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] b*tch, I'm on forex Hit him with an F&N like a short text fu*k a b*tch all night, ain't no short sex Chopper knock a ni**a whole house off his porch steps [Verse 2: KrispyLife Kidd] Shot dog so many times, put him in a vortex Never without my gun, so why would I do raw sex? That's only five hundred eighteen dollars, don't flaunt that You shot a ni**a, but ain't kill him, you can't count that [Verse 3: GrindHard E] Phone ring, I made thirty sales, that was nine this morning White boy came three hundred miles just to grab a quarter Give me two or three months, I might cash a foreign Plug said the price is real cheap if you pass the border Camе to the hood and got his ass extorted fu*k a diffеrent b*tch every night, this sh*t getting boring Four of Tris in this double cup, that's a couple Jordans [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] You lyin', E, this ain't mouthwash, this a six of Mortons E tired as hell, it's time to split a sale, he said sixty-forty I'll drink a whole pint of Wock' and get higher than Rick and Morty Me and E split a pint and poured 9 in it sixty-forty Sold me one ounce of Act', I drunk it in quarters [Verse 5: Louie Ray & Icewear Vezzo] fu*k, Kidd talkin' 'bout his streams again This batch bad, I done got into it with my fiend again Think I'm finna try to OD off lean again fu*k around, the corner of the bed, got it leaning in Hit him with the Narcan, he OD'ing again I can't get high off the Percs, I'm on E's again Take it back to when we sold dope and rocked Sprees again I just bought a lil' six, now I need a ten ni**a, that's a whole pint, we gon' pour it up Had to rerock the sale when I wrote him up Spent a ni**a whole advance up at Golden Sun fu*k around and run off with the work, I don't owe the plug [Verse 6: KrispyLife Kidd] b*tch cut me in with the stealers, I been acting dumb Three thousand for the buffies, touch 'em and I'll fu*k you up I'm on papers, I'm not even supposed to be touchin' stuff Shot a fan, boom, I thought he was runnin' up [Verse 7: GrindHard E] Boom, we came out of nowhere, now we blowin' up It goin' off, boom, scoot, shh, ahh Damn, I can't say too much Mad as hell, I found out my nephew stole my gun The plug was acting stiff with the pints and so we stuck him up Put my phone on do not disturb, it ain't rung in months [Verse 8: Rio Da Yung OG] Don't nobody say sh*t to E, I just drunk his cup Tryna distract him, I fired on Kidd when he brung it up Hundred round drum and a beam, you gon' run or what? Pretty face with a slim waist and a pumpkin bu*t I don't even really need the gun, I'll lump him up Who is that, lil' Mario? Yeah, that's Lumpy's son Cass always wakin' up tryna fight, that's my grumpy son I know somebody dead in that car, I had monkey nuts Just light the blunt and put the head on me with your funky bu*t E dropped a letter, told him match a pint of Wock', he fu*ked the puppy up [Verse 9: Louie Ray] My first year rappin', I was broke, got the money up You out of town with a name off of rap, run the money up It's guaranteed that this winter, off of rap, I'm puttin' money up She probably always gon' let you fu*k, depends— ahh She probably always gon' let you fu*k once the money up I told her, "Keep my dick in your mouth with your lucky bu*t" Gotta bust the watch down, huh, fu*k the money up The dope still damn near a ten, I ain't fu*k it up