Anthem
IceWear Vezzo Lyrics

Check the scoreboard
Assess the current state of our success

We up, nigga drank God
We are elevated in status, revered like gods

Pussy-ass nigga got my huns up
Insecure individuals provoke my anger

Fuck them niggas, we'll shoot the club up
Disregard those individuals, we will cause chaos in their territory

And I got it tucked, you better not run up
I am armed, cautioning against any attempt to confront me

Hit a nigga in his head, yeah, that's a gunbutt
Striking an individual on the head using the blunt end of a firearm

I put dick all down her throat, yeah, she gon' eat it up
Engaging in oral sex with her eagerly

I spent a hundred for the head, but it was free to fuck
Paying for oral sex but receiving intercourse for free

Mix the Adderall with Xans, I had to speed it up
Combining prescription drugs to enhance the effects

Got eighty thousand in my pants, that's 'bout a key of cut
Carrying a significant amount of money, roughly equal to a kilogram of drugs

Spent four thousand on my buffs, that's 'bout an eight around it
Investing a substantial sum of money in diamond-encrusted eyeglasses

Then I line them niggas up, we put the taper on 'em
Organizing a lineup of individuals and applying pressure on them

I keep runnin' out the 'choo, I got the Drakey on 'em
Frequently evading the authorities with a firearm

Stop postin' jewelry on the 'Gram, we just gon' take it from you
Cease showcasing your expensive accessories on social media, as we will forcibly acquire them

I ain't dissin' on no songs, yeah, we can shoot it out
I am not engaging in lyrical insults, instead, we can resolve conflicts through violence

And I ain't fuckin' with no bitch unless she shootin' out
I am not associating with any women who are not willing to participate in violent activities

Got cooler system on the chopper, had to cool it out
Equipping the firearm with a cooling device to prevent overheating

A thousand choppers, bitch, we packin' like we movin' out
Possessing a large number of firearms and ammunition, resembling preparation for relocation

Yeah, you can tell this bitch a trap because the house vacant
Identifying a residence as a drug operation based on its emptiness

Leave that nigga in the clouds, since he was clout chasin'
Abandoning an individual to their fate, as they sought attention and recognition

Four hundred thousand just in jewelry, this shit outrageous
The value of my jewelry alone amounts to an exorbitant sum of four hundred thousand dollars

I'm still spending old money, that shit outdated
Continuing to use money acquired in the past, suggesting an affluence that is no longer fashionable

You the pussy nigga type, you probably bleed inside
You possess cowardly characteristics, likely experiencing internal emotional turmoil

All I hang around is robbers, you can see the vibes
I exclusively associate myself with criminals, evident through the energy I radiate

Got a pint of Wocky clean, it cost me three a line
I possess a pint of purified cough syrup, purchased at a rate of three thousand dollars per ounce

How you claim you getting money but you don't feed your guys?
Expressing skepticism towards an individual who asserts financial success while neglecting to support their associates

Fuck around and come the Wraith, I ain't the walkin' type
I might arrive in a Rolls-Royce Wraith, as I prefer not to travel on foot

You said you gon' pull up on, I ain't the talkin' type
If you claimed you would confront me, know that I am not inclined towards idle conversation

I caught an opp out with his kids, I had to stall his life
I encountered an adversary in the presence of his children, causing a delay in his planned actions

Quarter million on my neck, that's why they call me Ice
Wearing a necklace worth two hundred and fifty thousand dollars, leading to my nickname 'Ice'

Take your chain and put your jewelry up for ransom
Seizing your necklace and demanding a significant sum for its return

Bitch, I got shooters out in Maryland like I'm Manson
I have individuals ready to commit acts of violence in Maryland, likening myself to the notorious criminal Charles Manson

AR on me, got me movin' like I'm dancin'
Carrying an assault rifle, causing me to have evasive movements reminiscent of dancing

Fuck the haters and the cops, bitch, this the anthem
Disregard the individuals who dislike us and the police, as this song represents our rallying cry

Motherfuckin' anthem, nigga
Emphasizing the significance of this song as a powerful statement

Robbers and the shooters
Highlighting the presence of thieves and gunmen in our midst

All that, we on that type of time drank God
Engaging in a particular lifestyle characterized by criminal activities and substance abuse, attributed to divine influence

All the gang members, nigga what?
Addressing all the affiliated members of our gang, seeking affirmation of their allegiance