Veeze, Icewear Vezzo and Babyface Ray - 7sixers

Wee, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
My heart cold, I put ice on it like it's swollen
My pockets fat, and I'm huggin' on it like I'm Norbit
My pockets fat-
Hold on, what I say?
Gotta bring it back on they ass

My heart cold, I put ice on it like it's swollen (yeah)
My pockets fat, and I'm huggin' on 'em like I'm Norbit (huh)
A street nigga, I turn bougie quick, on a poor bitch
All my niggas thanksgiving, we on Ocean Drive with foreigns (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I been off the porch, in too deep, shit, I'm snorkelin' (yeah)
Call me Pistol P, pass that bitch to my boy, yeah (my boy, yeah)
Young bitch with me, feed her chips and juice, she ain't even grown yet (lil' bitch)
This the range Jeep, we three deep, but that's four mill' (four million)
Ayy twin, break that pill, get me geeked, I'm the nerd, man (yeah)
I ain't even in Rich Gang, I know young thugs and birdmans (for real)
Cuzzy in a tent with a bag of oranges like a Birkin
Bitches seen my fit, she said, "Oh my God, that shit all Virgil"

Fuck the private, press it all, money all in
Money fallin', I just walked in
Bad, thick, mixed bitch look like Starlet
If I ain't Wavy Gang, nigga, what you call that?
Fuck the corner up, got it all back, you know I'm hard head
I can't tell you if the pussy good, I get all head
2022 sittin' low, watch 'em crawl pass
Lil' nigga, I'll fuck your bitch, I'm with all that
I'm a bull, I'm like curry, I got pull
Mask down over my eyes, not no wood, clip is full
Who got work? Bust a jugg, sell yo' soul for a buzz
Droppin' fours, I'm not blood, I keep soda full of mud
Have 'em dig a hole and drop you down, fuck rollin' niggas up
We can grab them hoes and let them choose, it's either them or us
I was Louis shades for 'bout 3K, ain't never did no Buffs
We was takin' off the stash alone, ain't no bitch gettin' stuff, nigga

.30 on my waist, if you ain't up, can't relate, huh
Million dollars cash, brick of raw, scrape the plate (skrrt)
Yeah, stuff it in my pants, dog shit, break the bank (yeah, yeah)
Do two-hundred in the 'Rari, Rollie all in they face, huh (Rollie all in they face)
Pop a pill, watch her eat it up, we geeked or what? Huh (geekin')
Took a tesla, VV'd up, Elon Musk, yeah (Elon, ya dig?)
I be in the trenches, we T'd up, feed my cup (yeah)
Made this nigga and this bitch so I ran it up like Leon Rush (ran it up)
Switch on the Glock, look like Baccarat, we shop a lot (fah-fah)
She ain't ever seen this wrist before, that's Vacheron, huh
Tweakin' in that 'Rari, late at night, don't stop a lot (uh-uh)
Multi-million dollar nigga 'hind this tint, hoppin' out, huh
Wavy Gang, all your eyes up, the dream team (dream team)
All rich niggas, look like we in Queens, Supreme team (boss)
Big goofy nigga, must be colorblind, your lean green (haha)
Bet I walked him down, run me that whole kit, I need these, nigga (yeah)

Written by:
Karon Vantrees

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