It’s All on U

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] Antt did the track (Beat Gang) Huh [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, never let them pussy niggas play me Put that on my baby, Forgis on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eighty Richer than them niggas that be hatin' Shooters like McGrady in Kentucky, with that fetti goin' crazy, huh Stick tucked, I let my chain hang Rich and gang bang Leave a fifty in this bitch to rain in, huh Bustin' shit, don't wear no Plain Jane Hundred-thousand dollar Rollie, Scottdale, an AP on the same hand You with the opps, that mean you ain't my mans You movin' like the cops, can't take a chance, thirty-thousand in my pants Yeah, dog shit in my pockets, where your bands? Hit the show with thirty hitters I'm with Cudi, he'll blick before he land Cash it all the time, don't wait for shit Twenty chains, crazy kid Rich nigga, I can't fuck no basic bitch You never been no boss, you drankin' tris You never been no shooter, you's a bitch Quay Quay with me, he got stick, huh Pour the Wocky up and drop a six Icy than a bitch, put my city on the map, we in the mix I been slimin' shit out since a jit Cuban cost two bricks We got all them thirsty hoes takin' pics You wanna sign me? Yellin' out three mill' Tweakin' in this bitch, just popped a pill Gang 'nem yellin' out, "Free Kill" Yeah, fuck a record label, we too real Fuck award shows, we in the field Shoot that chopper like I'm skilled, nigga [Verse 2: Kodak Black] I love my lil' bean 'cause she real She want me at my best but love me at my worst, still I can't let 'em kill Bill I keep three Glocks and a stick One regular, one got a dick One of 'em fully, with a fifty and a switch A nigga diss, his ass better stay focused Nowadays, the real niggas be doin' a lot of ho shit Yeah, you know me, I'm on my zone shit My niggas don't speak english All they know is when we pull up, hop out, squeeze and I'm fuckin' demonin' him Bullets miss, I'm immortal And I'm bossin' up, I got the 'Rari truck on pre-order The fifty for the Richard Mill', I ain't even see a quarter I need my twenty-five, where I reside, these niggas down shorter I got expensive taste I'm drankin' Wock', I scrape Takin' zaza to the face, on a private jet in either state They see they down for me but really fakin' Ain't one to help, put on my shoes, man, I couldn't tie my laces (Yeah) Like John Gotti, beat a thousand cases We keepin' people straight, they doin' voodoo way in Haiti I'ma speak my mind every time, I don't care how you take it I keep it real, and for that all the real, niggas embrace me Jumped off the tour bus and all the bitches start to chase me But then my pockets start spreadin', I big faced it The cheese, the cheese done got me beefin' with my lady She pulled up to the ugly corner, jumped out, tryna mace me (Beat Gang)