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Icewear Vezzo

Chivez Smith (born October 31, 1989), known professionally as Icewear Vezzo, is an American rapper from Detroit, Michigan. He is the founder of the label Iced Up Records and is signed to Quality Control, he is known for his Clarity mixtape series and his Rich Off Pints mixtape trilogy, with the latter entering the Heatseekers Albums chart. He is noted as a prominent figure of the Detroit hip hop scene. more »

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(Cashout, what it do, fufu?)
(Iced Up Records)
Pour the lean up
Real sipper
(Cashout Beats)
Hmm

All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I'll spend whatever, hmm
Maybach curtains, got cheddar, these hoes gon' f*ck for whatever, yeah
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada, bitch, I'll do whatever
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters, so it's f*ck whoever
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (yeah)
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (ooh)
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (drank God)
Whatever, whatever (hat?)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, yeah

Trust no bitch (weah)
Ain't cuffin' no bitch, ain't lovin' no bitch (uh-uh)
Flood on my wrist
Gun on my hip
Gotta hold up my blick while she suckin' my dick (while she suckin' my dick)
Bustdown Patek, spent two hundred racks
We cool in the trap, three hundred my kit (three hundred)
Hundred don't mix (what?)
I be on tip, we lit
You ain't gang, who the f*ck are you with? (F*ck you)
Ice, that's water (hmm)
Hit it with the fent', go harder
Maybach, we ain't pushin' no Chargers (uh-uh)
I go retarded
Pour up the Wock' in pops
Love thots, I be fuckin' on Barbies (fuckin' on Barbies)
Fly like Tha Carter
Put on that shit, Dior, Prada
Ain't got a department (ain't got a department)
I be with Marcy
All of the shooters and trappers and robbers
And niggas with charges (and niggas with cases)
Pull up in Rolls
Open your spot and we close it
Deep dish, the Forgis on Raris (skrrt)
A pole in the party (skrrt)
Brought all my jewelry, lil' nigga
Got no big homie, apart (drank God)
I flex for the 'Gram
Got it off mud, no scams
Five M's, yeah, I'm up like I'm Carti (five M's)
Five bucks for the Cartis
Icy, them buffies is sparky
Pour up, got a cup full of Wocky, nigga (got a cup full of Wocky)

All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch and I'll spend whatever, hmm
Maybach curtains, got cheddar
These hoes gon' f*ck for whatever, yeah (yeah)
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada, bitch, I'll do whatever (yeah, yeah)
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters, so it's f*ck whoever (yeah)
Whatever, whatever (uh)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (yeah)
Whatever, whatever (uh)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (yeah)
Whatever, whatever (uh)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (drank God, yeah)
Whatever, whatever (what? Uh)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, yeah (Glizock)

Yeah, I sip whatever (whatever)
That red, that purple, that yellow, whenever, wherever
I'm stackin' my cheddar, yeah (my cheddar)
And I keep that stick on me like I'm a motherfuckin' rebel
Yeah, I'm a go-getter, ayy (go)
This bitch poppin' pussy right after she pop her a Tesla
Yeah, whole 'nother level, uh (go)
This bitch tryna eat me alive and you know I'ma let her
Yeah, they call me Glizock, all capital letters (Glizock)
Yeah, can't go to sleep 'less my chop on the dresser
My bitch brung a bitch back and told me undress her
Jesus piece on when I talk to the devil
Yeah, we buy the lean by the pint and don't measure
Ayy, two twin Glocks like Hansel and Gretel (fah, fah)
Drums like a rock band, this heavy metal
Young niggas with me, they hot as a kettle (hot)
Yeah, yeah, they 'bout whatever, uh
Young niggas with me, they hot as a kettle (hot)
Yeah, yeah, they with whatever, uh
And I got money all over my schedule, bitch

All of my diamonds VS out of Hutch
And I'll spend whatever, hmm (spend whatever)
Maybach curtains, got cheddar
These hoes gon' f*ck for whatever, yeah (f*ck for whatever)
I was in Gucci and Louis and Prada, bitch, I'll do whatever (whatever)
I hang with shooters on shooters on shooters, so it's f*ck whoever (yeah)
Whatever, whatever (uh)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (yeah)
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (ooh)
Whatever, whatever
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever (drank God)
Whatever, whatever (hat?)
Whatever, whatever, whatever, whatever, yeah

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