Dangling - Icewear Vezzo, GT, Peezy

I’m gone shine not stunt

Grind all month

Shine when we want, who shine like us?

I won, I’m winnin'

I’m done, I did it

(Peezy what it look like my nigga?)It look good baby

Taking road trips, that’s why I ain’t been in the hood lately (Been OT)

In that purple van on Forgi’s, me and lil baby

And for them niggas think they made a steal, I went wood crazy

Countin up, me and Meechie hands tied

Stove so motherfucking hot, can’t stand by it

Pints for $ 260, I’mma bust 'em down and sell lines

Posted with then Calicoes on me nigga landslide (LAAAANDSLIDE)

Gucci belt showin, Trues on hangin

Strap pokin out (BLAH), jewels on danglin (Bitch)

Money on the flo, bitch it’s food on the table

Broke niggas hate our music, we don’t speak the same language

Nigga all I know is pints, cars, and pot whippin

Got the Chevy moonwalkin, and the watch jittin

Finna make another movie, tell them bitches watch this one

Ain’t no motherfucking way in hell they can stop this one

See me in the club iced up, just danglin

Got a whole pint po’d up, I’m drankin

Nigga try to run up on us, it’s dangerous

Spots ain’t never slowed up, we bangin

(Niggas know what it is) Well fuck it, what it look like?

Diamonds make me look bright, shinin cause I cook pints

Got it for the low ticket, I can make a good price

Everything stepped on, call that shit a foot price

Chain like a cold front, wrist like a igloo

I can buy a whole one, show you what a big do

Ridin in the Benz coupe, prolly gettin topped off

Yeah I got my fronts up, so I got the top off

Hit the yae with the soda, let it rock up

Twist it up like a trail, let it lock up

Everywhere they say, Vezz got it locked up

And they ain’t even see me comin, I just popped up

Give a shout out to the jeweler, for the chain cuz

Bout to go and get and Mueller, fully banged cuz

I just went and bought a Prezi, for the ??? cuz

AP fully blown, that’s the Saints love

Since the buffs got 30, and them clips with 2

I’m in the club with some niggas that be itchin to shoot

In the coupe palms itchin, gotta get to this loot

I’m in a tight circle bitch, you can’t through this loop

If anything then, I’m in the second house on Bloom

It’s December now, I should just stack it up until June

Fuck danglin in the club, I’m lookin for Blues

Watchin the news, I hope it ain’t one of my dudes

If you can’t roll with them big dog, stay on the porch

My old mans done with it, and passed me the torch

And now a nigga on fire, burnin shit up

And I’m cool with the supplier, he don’t sell me no cut

This little bitch starin at me, like she can’t get fucked

Paper bag stuffed with cheese, I’m carrying lunch

Told P and Icewear, we was on our way up

When we was pourin fo’s, sittin in that Cadillac truck