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)