Icewear Vezzo – It’s All On U Lyrics

It’s All On U Lyrics by Icewear Vezzo is a New English song sung by popular artist Icewear Vezzo featuring Kodak Black. Lyrics of this song are written by Icewear Vezzo and music produced by Antt Beatz.

It’s All On U Lyrics

Antt did the track
(Beat Gang)

Yeah, never let them p**y ni***s play me
Put that on my baby, Forgi’s on a Maybach truck, it cost two-eighty
Richer than them ni***s 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 bi**h to rain in, huh
Bustin’ s**t, don’t wear no Plain Jane
Hundred-thousand dollar Rollie, Scottsdale, 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 s**t in my pockets
Where your bands?
Hit the show with thirty hitters
I’m with (Cudi?), he a blick before he land
Cash it all the time, don’t wait for s**t
Twenty chains, crazy kid
Rich ni**a, I can’t f**k no basic bi**h
You never been no boss, you drankin’ tris
You never been no shooter, you’s a bi**h
Quay Quay with me, he got stick, huh
Pour the Wocky up and drop a six
Icy than a bi**h, put my city on the map
We in the mix
I been slimin’ s**t 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 bi**h, just popped a pill
Gang ‘nem yellin’ out, “Free Kill”
Yeah, f**k a record label, we too real
F**k award shows, we in the field
Shoot that chopper like I’m skilled, ni**a

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 d**k
One of em fully, with a fifty and a switch
A ni**a diss, his a** better stay focused
Nowadays, the real ni***s be doin’ a lot of ho s**t
Yeah, you know me, I’m on my zoe s**t
My ni***s don’t speak english
All they know is when we pull up, hop out, squeeze and
I’m f**kin’ 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
Ain’t but 25, where I reside, these ni***s 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 ni***s embrace me
Jumped off the tour bus and all the bi**hes 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)

Song Details
Singer : Icewear Vezzo, Kodak Black
Lyrics : Icewear Vezzo, Kodak Black
Music : Antt Beatz
Label : Quality Control

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