Yea Okay Lyrics – Icewear Vezzo

Yeah
(You Aren’t Even A Cool Breeze For My Man Taz)
Mm
Who The Fu*k Is Niggas Rappin’ Like? (Is Niggas Rappin’ Like)
Put Your Boss Money Up, Who You Actin’ Like? (Who You Actin’ Like?)
Yeah, Still Stackin’ Like You Ain’t Trappin’, Right? (Like You Ain’t Trappin’, Right?)
Yeah, Whole Necklace Bright Like A Traffic Light, Right

You Say You Shinin’, Nigga, Okay (Say You Shinin’, Nigga, Okay)
All Them Certified Diamonds, Yeah, Okay (Yeah, Okay)
You Got Your Homies Out Here Drownin’, Nigga, Okay (Drowin’, Nigga, Okay)
Put A Bag On You Boys, You Niggas Okay, Yeah (Okay)

Cause Ain’t A Nigga Or A B!tch Ever Boss Me Up
Seen Niggas Lose They Life For Some Shit That Ain’t Cost Me Nothin’
I Got Too Much Pride, I Let A B!tch Nigga Cross Me Up
But B!tch Niggas Always Think They Run Into A Rich Nigga, Chalk Him Up
Wrist Ain’t As Glossy, But It’s Hella Costly, Huh
B!tch Lookin’ Saucy, Let A Lit Nigga Toss You Up
Keep Stick, I Be Cautious ’cause These B!tch Niggas Talk Too Much
Pour A Six In The Bottle, The Tris Sit In My Coffee Cup

You Say You Shinin’, Nigga, Okay (Say You Shinin’, Nigga, Okay)
All Them Certified Diamonds, Yeah, Okay (Yeah, Okay)
You Got Your Homies Out Here Drownin’, Nigga, Okay (Drowin’, Nigga, Okay)
Put A Bag On You Boys, You Niggas Okay, Yeah (Okay)

I’m A Certified Street Nigga (I’m A Certified Street Nigga)
Yeah, Rapper And Trapper, Can’t Compete With It (Can’t Compete With It)
Take Your Food Off The Table, Who Gon’ Eat With You? (Who Gon’ Eat With You?)
Independent, Fu*k The Label, I Got P Chicken, Nigga (P Chicken)
Brought A Kennedy To The Hood, What More Could You Ask For Me?

Ain’t Had To Get Cash To Him, Who Would’ve Seen That Comin’?
Rich ’cause I Have Somethin’, Clippin’ The Mag’, Thumpin’
Rich, So I’m Pass Us, If He Snitch, Put A Tag On Him
I Got More Paper Than Your Granddaddy, Uncle, And Your Big Brother
Always Got That Shit On Me, I Ain’t Got No Big Homies
The Shit, These Niggas Savin’ Up, I Blow That Shit On Tip Money

Still’ll Take A B!tch From Him, Fu*k Her For The Rent Money
I Be Ballin’ But Your Guys Ain’t (But Your Guys Ain’t)
Realest Nigga In The Trenches, I Got Shine Pape’ (I Got Shine Pape’)
Bust Patek While I’m Eatin’ It’s A Blind Date
We Don’t Drive Wraiths (We Don’t Drive Wraiths)
New Suppression, Them Forgis Tires Cost Me Nine Waves (Waves)

You Say You Shinin’, Nigga, Okay (Say You Shinin’, Nigga, Okay)
All Them Certified Diamonds, Yeah, Okay (Yeah, Okay)
You Got Your Homies Out Here Drownin’, Nigga, Okay (Drowin’, Nigga, Okay)
Put A Bag On You Boys, You Niggas Okay, Yeah (Okay)