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It’s All on U伴奏–Icewear Vezzo|Kodak Black

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It’s All on U (Explicit) – Icewear Vezzo/Kodak Black
Lyrics by:Chivez Smith/Bill K. Kapri/Anthony B. Britten II
Composed by:Chivez Smith/Bill K. Kapri/Anthony B. Britten II
Antt did the track

Beat Gang

Huh

Yeah never let them p***y n***as play me
Put that on my baby Forgis on a Maybach truck it cost two-eighty

Richer than them n***as 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 b***h to rain in huh
Bustin’ s**t 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 s**t 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 s**t
Twenty chains crazy kid
Rich n***a I can’t f**k no basic b***h
You never been no boss you drankin’ tris
You never been no shooter you’s a b***h
Quay Quay with me he got stick huh
Pour the Wocky up and drop a six
Icy than a b***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 h*es takin’ pics
You wanna sign me
Yellin’ out three mill’
Tweakin’ in this b***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 n***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 n***a diss his a*s better stay focused
Nowadays the real n***as be doin’ a lot of ho s**t

Yeah you know me I’m on my zone s**t
My n***as 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
I need my twenty-five where I reside these n***as 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 n***as embrace me
Jumped off the tour bus and all the b***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

 
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