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Icewear Vezzo

New Lane

 

New Lane

(Album: Robbin Season 2 - 2020)


[Icewear Vezzo:]
Drank God
What? What?
Yeah
What?
All the doors open
Keep that bitch in, alright (Iced Up Records)

All that loud talk, keep your plans to yourself
I'll leave something, keep your hands to yourself
Got a bad bitch that I be playing to the left
The whole East fucked her, she done ran to the West
I'll never let a nigga take shit from me
I'll never let a nigga up stick on me
I don't do no rap beefs or no diss songs
Yeah, get a nigga dropped for some rent money
I just spent a light rack on Balenci runners
AP hug my wrist like we miss each other
Just got another lean house, doing Kendrick numbers
Act' pint five thousand, yeah, that's fifty hundreds
You always got your hand out and your double cup
Way before styrofoam, bitch, I doubled up
All that talk under your breath, fuck you mumbling for?
I'll let this bitch fly, watch 'em huddle up
Ain't a nigga ever hit the road like I did
Ain't a nigga ever hit the road like I did
Heavy woods in the crib like I kill
I'll never stop sipping drank, on my kids
Y'all just standing 'round this bitch, I'll rain it out
Yeah, something getting dropped if I bring it out
Another good nigga gone just for hanging out
Just talked to cause on the phone, new lane en route
Catch a nigga at his show, where your chain and watch?
Matter fact, hit them pockets like he changing out
I ain't never did a feature for the same amount
And I can fuck any bitch, 'cause I'm famous now

[Rio Da Yung OG:]
Brought two hundred blues, huh? Nigga, bring 'em out
I got a thousand twenties on me, let's change 'em out
Up the Glock on a pussy nigga, I'll bang him out
I want some money out this shit, fuck the fame and clout
Real fiend, when I'm done with the pint, I drain it out
Strip a rapper ass-naked with the stainless out
Oh, that nigga think he smart? Hit his brain with Glock
Cook the dope, before I rinse the pot, I'ma scrape it out
I work for the city, take the chopper, paint a nigga block
Leave a nigga head wet, come ring it out
I don't fuck with bum hoes who complain a lot
Bring my Glock when I hit the road, that's my safest route
Hey, you a big capper
Pour the Wocky with the red, I'm a mismatcher
Stuffed the dope twenty-something times in some big bastards
Make a nigga disappear like magic, I'm a witchcrafter

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