Rio Da Yung OG - Ghetto Ice lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] (Reuel, stop playin' with these ni**as) b*tch, you crazy What? [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Got a ghetto b*tch, she got ass and titties All at Blue Flame and went to Magic City Head so good, I almost crashed the Bentley Brought my girlfriend and let her smash her with me (Iced Up Records) Popped an X pill, feel like I'm teethin' and sh*t I don't got no friends, I be schemin' and sh*t Pull up to my show, a bunch of demons and sh*t This b*tch act like she ain't fu*kin', just be teasin' and sh*t [Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG] I don't trick, but I'll buy an ounce of weed for a b*tch Out of town doin' shows, in Muskegon with sticks I'm horny, feelin' like R. Kelly, I might pee on a b*tch Buy a half a brick of soft and put my feet on the sh*t IUR, Ghetto Boyz, that's a million in jewelry Hands crampin', tryna count a quarter million in twenties Nappy-head b*tch, what you want, some zillions or somethin'? I ain't gon' stop hustlin' 'til I make a billion or somethin' [Verse 3: Icewear Vezzo] b*tch, I'm with the mob like I'm Sicilian or somethin' This ho told me to bust in her, she want children or somethin', yeah Shooter got no sense, he been done killed you for nothin' This b*tch freaky and a stuffer, put some pills in her onion Love Balenciagas, I got all the flavors, yeah Hundred round drum, clip like an alternator, ni**a Fifty in my pocket, blow it all this evening I do shows and Karo pints, yeah, I want all the paper, b*tch [Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG] sh*t, I'll do a song with God if he got the paper If it's enough pape' on his head, I'll drop the mayor One day I tripped out off them bars and damn near shot a baby I ain't lackin' when I shop, I got the Glock in Macys I took the badges off the Scat', bro, this not a basic Front and back pockets full of pape', but I'm not Lil Baby b*tch, come sign your life away, IUR the label Fetty on the dog'll knock you out like Gervonta Davis [Verse 5: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, her pussy cheap as fu*k, she gave me top for eighty Out of town to meet my plug, I had to stop in Vegas, yeah Damn near smacked a tree, I'm drinkin' Wock' and Wraithin' Soon as my baby twenty-one, might pour up pop with Navy, yeah (Iced Up Records) Pop a pussy ni**a like I'm poppin' Percs, yeah Shady ni**a keep a pole, b*tch, I got Glock in church (ni**a) 40 in my pants look like I'm rockin' merch Had to run off on the plug 'cause we ran out of work (Pussy) [Verse 6: Rio Da Yung OG] This an eight of clean Wock', b*tch, this not Patricia b*tch talkin' 'bout drink green Wock', ho, you not with Tizzle Ridin' around with that cold-ass Glock, ain't drop no bodies with it Could've hit him in his top, you shot his leg, bro, you not a killer Ghetto Boy for life, b*tch, that's what I claim Hundred rounds on a new AR, why I gotta aim? Nowadays, twenty, thirty thousand, that be pocket change Was finna buy a whole case of Tris, but then the Wocky came I was finna fu*k my b*tch, but then her mama came Now I'm finna bust her mama down, I spit a lot of game I was finna hit the b*tch raw, but then some condoms came Life was good when I was broke, I made a hundred and then the problems came [Verse 7: Icewear Vezzo] I was 'bout to buy some drank from Lou, but then the doctor came We be sippin' Act', you drinkin' Chlos, that is not the same Rose gold watch on my arm, it got Obama name (Major) Used to have a blowhouse right on Conner, right off Promenade (ni**a) Heard you told on all the guys when you starred in court I be sippin' too much drank, I almost got divorced, ayy All I want for Christmas is a pot and fork Brand new 911 Porsche, I call it Martin Lawrence, uh [Outro] (Reuel, stop playin' with these ni**as)