Текст песни Momma Mil - Icewear Vezzo

Alright, keep it goin'
(Damn, Max, this one's too hard)
The spaceship, forties in the bracelet
Bro pull up and face shit, he don't ever say shit
Turnt up off the dog, had the racks up in the day shift
Money long as slave ships, I be on some Flav shit

Never been no ho, that's 'cause my mama ain't never raised them
Half these niggas that's rappin' really told, these niggas agents
Made three hundred racks with all them pounds, shit amazing
Clip a half a mile, we walk shit down like we in training, huh

Bitch, you ain't no shooter
FN, it ain't no Ruger, huh
Really in them streets like Big Meech and Larry Hoover, huh
Thirties on my truck, TRX a Barracuda
Sold three bricks of fetty, bought a piece from every jeweler
Yeah, they come running, man, we pull up, half shit, it's tootsie roll
My lil' gutter bitch, I pour up Acky on her pussyhole
We know that you rat because you act like what the hook be on
Way before this rap shit, I was in traffic with the Cookie 'bows

That money always loud, I told them racks, "Shh, quiet time"
Brodie been out of town for a hundred packs, we'll fly it down
I don't want your zaz' if it ain't loud like a lion growl
Catch dude out of bounds and take that ice, we'll fye him down
Dog strong, jumpin' off the leash, gotta tie it down
I ain't drink no mud 'cause I'm too high, I'm on a diet now
I ain't the one to be reachin' for my chain, it's a riot now
Twenty-six-inch Forgis on my Jeep, burn the tires down

Never been no ho, that's 'cause my mama ain't never raised them
Half these niggas that's rappin' really told, these niggas agents
Made three hundred racks with all them pounds, shit amazing
Clip a half a mile, we walk shit down like we in training, huh