Got It On Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]

Ugh! Giuseppe on my feet I feel like moon walking
And let a n*gga think its sweet then the tools sparking
If a pus*y want some beef get him to a coffin
And imma keep on sipping lean till' I'm through coughing
My shooters got impatient, yeah they agitated
Hit yo ass with that assault, call that aggravated
Yeah they tried to take my style so I had to change it
A silent n*gga in my town yeah I'm [?]
Chopper round leave your whole block evacuated
I went to school in the streets and I graduated
These n*ggas lying in their rhymes yeah they fabricated
The 40 wipe a n*gga down like he after shaving

[Chorus]

Big chains, big blunts, big ice
Big name, big money, flip white
Big rims, f*ck hoes, live life
I'm a rock star, I sip drank and get right, n*gga

[Bridge]

b*tch I got that sh*t on me
b*tch I got that sh*t on me
b*tch I got that sh*t on me
Got about 20 bands, half a brick on me
[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]

Aye
Ugh!
Pull up on yo b*tch now she uncomfortable
She finna bite down on my di*k like I'm a lunchable
b*tch everybody know my name like I'm a Huxtable
I pop a bar, then get some brain, and smoke a blunt or two
I could see them n*ggas hurting since I'm putting on
I gave all the n*ggas work that told me put them on
It ain't no 100 dollar shirt then I don't put it on
b*tches see me and get nervous all this jewelry on
n*gga we was selling lean out of kush tubes
Get a bag and step on it like a foot stool
Skipped school so we move like the crooks move
f*ck all the rules we just doing what we could do

[Chorus + Bridge]

I probably sold a little boy to ya mamma them
They see them boys like 'oh boy it's a lot of them'
Send a pus*y to the lord if it's a prob-lem
I get to shooting so quick like where the chopper went
When it come to getting money ain't no prob there
I got all the f*cking work should have a job fair
These n*ggas say thy hit the road and they tied there
Boy that sh*t ain't even yours like a time share
The only rapper in the "D" with a hunnit-strip
Cuz I'm really in the streets making onion flips
Counting so much money, I get money sick
Blow the money so fast like where the 100's went
[Chorus + Bridge]

[Outro]

Tell me what kind of
n*gga got diamonds that'll
"BLING!"
Blind ya
Tell me what kind of
n*gga got diamonds that'll
"BLING!"
Blind ya
Tell me what kind of
n*gga got diamonds that'll
"BLING!"
Blind ya
Tell me what kind of
n*gga got diamonds that'll
"BLING!"
Blind ya
Yeah