I’m The Man

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah
What?
Star status (Bah)
Gettin' money in this bitch (Nigga)
My nigga Soda in this motherfucker
My nigga Lou in this bitch
Iced Up Records, yeah

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Blowin' on crud with my motherfuckin' goons
Shout out my nigga Goop, that's my motherfuckin' two
Had to call him up like, "How the fuck I'm gon' move?" (Hello?)
Shit, the ticket too high, I need some motherfuckin' room
Call me Icewear 'cause I love lookin' frosty
Mastered everything that my cuz ever taught me
Scale the only thing that my plug ever bought me
Got two styrofoams, sippin' mud like it's coffee
Used to pop bars, go in robbin' niggas' spots (Bitch)
I took hella risks for every diamond in the watch
Went from shinin' cars to shinin' in the drop
Thirty rounds in the Glock, put a diamond in your top

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (Yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker (Yeah), ugh

[Verse 2: Team Eastside Snoop]
Got your bitch rollin' Backwoods behind tint
Just bought two 40s with two thirties for the nine-six
They said he had them things in the house, it was a dry lick
Fuck a bitch, treat my main ho like my side chick
Posted in the club with them motherfuckin' felons
Yeah, them bitches came compressed, but them motherfuckers sellin'
Nigga step on my toes, split your motherfuckin' melon
Vezz just copped a Jesus piece and that motherfucker dancin'
Ain't no fuckin' one-on-ones, this the motherfuckin' streets
Don't wanna give me eighteen, man, this motherfucker cheap
Got the all-white buffs, them bitches lookin' like they bleached
In the club throwin' bands 'cause them motherfuckers free, bitch

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (Yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker (Yeah), ugh

[Verse 3: Lou Gram]
Bitches see me and they see dollar signs (Money)
Jesus hands right by them bird collar lines (Foreign)
Glow-in-the-dark Dom P, even my bottle shine (Sparkle)
Real drank sipper, I ain't runnin' out of lines (Never)
Watch fully blown, hard to tell time
That shit hit, so it's hard for you to sell lines (Hit drank)
I really bust trips, I used to bust scripts (Yup)
Had four chains on, I ain't tuck shit (Never)
I got the baddest hoes tryna suck my dick (Ho)
Leave a hundred on the dresser if I bust quick (Fuck her)
A month, lil' nigga, ain't you heard?
I ran my bands up fuckin' with the R's and the syrup

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (Yeah)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker
Yeah, they know that I'm the man, motherfucker (What?)
Iced Rollie on my hand, motherfucker (What?)
Twenty thousand in my pants, motherfucker (What?)
Hit the club throwin' bands, motherfucker (Yeah), ugh