Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Icewear Vezzo
Icewear Vezzo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chivez Smith
Chivez Smith
Songwriter
Tyree Simmons
Tyree Simmons
Composer
Andrew Sedani
Andrew Sedani
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Max Beats
Max Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Gangsta Grizzillz Damn, Max, this one's too hard Gon' run this shit up, nigga Half a ticket Let's run this shit up Vezzo, DJ Drama I'm like, fuck a handout, ain't doin' no freebies, I'd rather pay shit (yeah) Niggas be playin' a fifty, so I keep a big Glock where my waist is To keep it a hundred (a hundred), been chillin' on niggas, ain't with all that fake shit Been hearing how niggas be talking and gossip like hoes, I just never say shit Just got a new chain bust, yeah, I been focused since I gave that drank up In Truth, I'ma rain somethin', it ain't a bad bitch that I can't fuck It's like now that I'm richer (richer), these niggas be iffy, they move, I'ma spank somethin' That Cullinan holdin' up traffic, ghetto and savage, might fuck on a bank teller I ain't been playin' the net or fuckin' with rappers, we really move somethin' All that linkin' up shit really pussy, so nigga, I'm cool on it Imagine me ridin' a wave, don't care for the fame, I just want the money (that paper) Want millions on millions (hundreds), this chopper be bangin', this bitch hold a hundred Huh, I got a big dope knot, we talking 'bout racks, my shit long as Runyon Been runnin' my city for years 'cause I'm really turnt, they think I'm just lucky Huh, I'm really a big dog, I ain't never chasin' no hoes or clout, nigga Rose gold Sky-Dweller, all chunkies, this shit 'bout a house, nigga Yeah, this that pape' talk, Maybach, fuck it, I let the Wraith talk (that Wraith) Just did two years in the feds for a little pistol, that shit was a cakewalk Yeah, got me a gutter bitch (yeah), she a pill stuffer just like my other bitch (my other ho) I sent that ho on the road, you better not get caught, you know it's gon' come with shit (bitch) I really run the six, rock her to sleep, these bitches be dumb as shit (yeah) Fuck who you coming with, don't really be dancin', just let the money flip The rap game shook, they see we got motion, niggas be nervous Yeah, a hundred round drum sit inside the Drac', look like an Excursion (skrrt) Put dog shit on your head just like a turban, shoot through the curtains (pow, pow) Real street nigga, yeah, I fuck with the music, but I be serving (but I be serving) Gangsta Grizzillz Servin', nigga Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? Niggas ain't havin' no motion 'round this motherfucker, nigga Pew, uh
Writer(s): Icewear Vezzo, Andrew Sedani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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