[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
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Yeah (Phew, phew, phew, phew)
What the fuck them n***as talkin' 'bout, n***a? (Phew, phew)
N***a, yeah
Real Dog Shit Records, n***a (I'm Mud)
Yeah, yeah (Ooh)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo & Montana 700]
Poppin' shit, I jump on beats and get to moonwalkin' (Get to moonwalkin')
Mmm, make some dog shit off the rap, I just be fool talkin' (Made some dog shit)
Uh, Cullinan on Forgi, thousand, bitch don't move off it (Skrrt)
He was sweet, Quay took the tool off him and slide the blues off him (Iced Up Records)
Huh, bitch, I been stopped sellin' zips, it's thirty-six in every brick (Yeah, yeah)
Every Draco hold a dolly, get your shit blitzed, got every stick (Frrt)
Bеfore I did that fed' time for thеm two years, I buried slips (Them racks)
41, went ice the face, look burgundy like red Tris (Ooh)
N***a, I got a Pluto bag (Pluto bag)
Spent five hundred racks today, I just be movin' fast (I be movin' fast)
Yeah, got a button on all the blicks 'cause we like shootin' fast (Pew, pew, pew)
How the fuck you rat and still get time with your lil' stupid ass? (Look, look, look, look, with your lil' stupid ass?)

[Verse 2: Montana 700]
How the fuck you rat and still end up with a life sentence? (With a life sentence)
When you first drive off the lot, they come light tinted (That's how they come)
I'll buy 'em all right now, come with the right ticket (Right now)
Every time you see that backpack, that's a light fifty (That's a light fifty)
Five spots up, they all doin' numbers (Five spots)
Tired of ridin' black truck, I'm goin' Maybach for the summer (Maybach)
I just got a fresh load 'til they count a hundred (Got a fresh load)
Everybody talkin' like the plug but they really runners (But they really runners)
High class trapper, like to sell 'em by the 'bow (I'm high class)
I was just in middle school tryna sell 'em by the O (O)
When you tryna do some business, meet me on that top floor
I'll serve you hand-to-hand, but just keep that on the low
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Huh, this AP cost a hundred (A hundred, phew), that Rollie cost a hundred (A hundred, phew)
That Drakeo the hundred (Phew), them cars couple hundred (Come on, phew)
Ran up them dog grams, we just started with a hundred, huh (Get off, phew)
Yeah, that lil' ho bad, but I fucked her for a hundred (Phew, phew, phew)

[Verse 3: Louie Ray]
My AP bust as fuck, my Carti's heavy, push 'em up
She on my dick, who give a fuck? Forgot the name, go look him up
I ain't passin' 'em no drop, if it's some Quay, I tell you run it
Big bro with me, got some paper on him too, could toss a hundred (Mixin' the sauce)
I ain't re-up, lost a hundred (Fuck), talkin' cash, I floss a hundred (Come on)
Uh, you don't be keepin' shit legit for real, your boss a hundred (What it do?)
Uh, I can tell her ice is not the same 'cause that ain't thick (That ain't this)
And then I was tryna lock some shit with cut, but they ain't stick (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ooh, knew exactly who he was tryna hit 'cause he ain't miss (At all)
Uh, one inside like fourteen nose a pop and drinkin' Tris
Yeah, cracker knocked it down, these hoes be on my list (He did that)
Yeah, they call me Lou, sometimes I feel like Lou, be on my shit (My shit)

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
Huh, this AP cost a hundred (A hundred, phew), that Rollie cost a hundred (A hundred, phew)
That Drakeo the hundred (Phew), them cars couple hundred (Come on, phew)
Ran up them dog grams, we just started with a hundred, huh (Get off, phew)
Yeah, that lil' ho bad, but I fucked her for a hundred (Phew, phew, phew)
[Outro: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah
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