Ice Breezy Lyrics – Icewear vezzo

August 27, 2026 3 Min Read

“Ice Breezy” is written in the English language, composed, and performed by Icewear Vezzo as the singer, writer, and composer. The song was released in August 26, 2026, and thus the song is considered as one of the creative efforts of the artist since Icewear Vezzo did everything related to the creation of the song such as singing and writing. The involvement of Icewear Vezzo in all major creative roles makes it possible for the song to acquire a unified artistic identity and preserve his distinctiveness. The title of the song “Ice Breezy” evokes cool and confident impression typical for the contemporary character of rap music. Being both composer and lyricist, Icewear Vezzo has control over the musical and lyrical directions of his song. The combination of the features mentioned above shows that he performs lyrics, writes music and sings himself. The song that was released in August 2026 enriches his list of contemporary songs in English.

Ice Breezy Song Info

Ice Breezy Song Lyrics

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Iced Up Records

Yeah, sliding live, Lambo on Forgis for a head, we got in a lot
I got so much paper, we can buy the block, that’s why I be shining a lot
Ooh, I bone him, I hope they don’t find the Glock, ’cause I didn’t get time a lot
Spent half a million on clothes this year, little nigga and I ain’t even trying to shop
Quit for a while, now I’m back, got so much perk, look like it’s down to pop

Niggas are popping just for likes on the ‘net, these niggas be dying for clout
So many boogers in the watch, can’t wipe my nose with my whole arm with snot
I get head in the back of my Rolls for real, ’cause I like cars a lot
Girl, get busy, I don’t like hugging and kiss, got a wife, come fuck for the ticket
Bitch, you ain’t mine for real, I ain’t spending no time for real, all that cuffing ain’t in me
Real street nigga, I ice like this
Real hustler, sold to niggas at Wendy’s
Really got business, a circumstance, well ain’t my fault these hoes be tricking
Yeah, I spin the lil’ bitch, and spin it again, and again, and again, and again
Party with bitches, or I could count up the hundreds, the fifties, the twenties, the tens
Count up the cheese, and get in between, and pouring up lean, all purple, no green
Yeah, I might wait for a minute, go dumb when I hit it, I tag it like we on a team
Damn, throw out a pick when they playing my jam
Wolf got Drac’, got key in the Lamb’
I’m so proud, I fuck around and turned that bitch pink like I was playing with Killa
Killed it, but knew it when it come to the balling, I hoop and they kids go play in the sand
Told my mama her baby the man, spent six hundred damn on the Vans
Grinding and doing this shit for years, how they made twenty Ms just paid for the fam
Walking the club, all the hoes be following, come to the booth just shake a lil’ ass
I want to fuck you tonight, might fuck up your life, I’mma give lil’ baby a pass
Skeleton on me, you can see right through this bitch, like it was made out of glass

Sliding live, Lambo on Forgis for a head, we got in a lot
I got so much paper, we can buy the block, that’s why I be shining a lot
Ooh, I bone him, I hope they don’t find the Glock, ’cause I didn’t get time a lot
Spent half a million on clothes this year, little nigga and I ain’t even trying to shop

Iced Up Records