Funky

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]

I ain't got time for bitches and nonsense, bout 19 [?]

[?]

[?] you out like the [?]

Hundred bands, me and Seno riding [?]

[?] hit a nigga on the side, that's a sidekick

[?] cookie [?]

Got a light ten, that's a rooky road

Booking agents that's booking shows

My Roli dance, that's a tootsy role

Thinking back, they ain't put me on

I want ten just to put me on

Any song, fuck any ho

That pussy tighter than cookie clothes

GG with them [?] in 'em

[?]

Got a truck with a Tommy in it

Might fuck around, put a body in it

In the sweet like ten hoes, if they don't fuck, I'm in the lobby with it

Hit a nigga with that [?], that fuck shit, I don't tollerate it

[?]

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]

Them [?], them hoes

This bag, this shit

This shit, them hoes

This ice, my chain

These rhyms, them hoes

This bag, this shit

This shit, them hoes

This ice

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]

[?] I can fuck that bitch anytime

[?] me time, [?]

I ain't tryna hear any lieing, any dime, nigga give me mine

[?] get in line

See them niggas at the finish line

Want five bands just to spit a rhyme

Another five, you bullshit a rhyme

[?] sit them down, got my bands up, now I'm seeing [?]

Mama told me that I'm [?]

I ain't living [?] I'm just living wild

Pack a show for a little while

They know every song, you should hear the crowd

Let them hold a few mac bullits, if he don't want it, then give it to him

Front door, how I send it to him

Send them bitches through the living room

Same plate, just a different spoon

Drank day, make them bitches boom

I'm eating good, like the kitchen full

Keep the hood like the [?]

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]

Them [?], them hoes

This bag, this shit

This shit, them hoes

This ice, my chain

These rhyms, them hoes

This bag, this shit

This shit, them hoes

This ice

[Verse 3: Young Buck]

It's so much money in this city, ball right now

Bout to count these bands, I can't tell you who you are right now

I call my haters fans, watch me make them niggas stars right now

And I got that blam blam, in the car right now

Plus the bitch with me, she get turnt up on that Dej Loaf

I gave her a key, kicked her out when she was dead broke

I bee in the D, posted up with niggas sell dope

You come play with me, Imma throw you from the twelth floor

Ain't nothing for free, fuck you think I need these scales for

Shit real in these streets, even the niggas in jail know

I'm smelling like a [?], Imma sell my drugs

I got [?]

[?] what up cuz?

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]

Them [?], them hoes

This bag, this shit

This shit, them hoes

This ice, my chain

These rhyms, them hoes

This bag, this shit

This shit, them hoes

This ice