[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
I know you love it, yeah, they bang my shit
All the real n***as bang my shit
Yeah, got problems, I'ma bang my shit
I got spot workers saying my shit
I do this for the streets
Yeah, that motherfucking ghetto
That motherfucking ghetto
Bitch, I'm from the streets
Yeah, that motherfucking ghetto
That motherfucking ghetto

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I got the city like what? Icewear, I'm the one
Bitch, I bought a whole bag, fuck a front
28 inch ruccis, on that motherfucking dunk
Pulling up in the parking lot, finna catch a stunt
I grew up around real n***as, slanging all the [?]
Riding box chevys, on the motherfucking [?]
All gold spokes, [?] banging out the trunk
On the block talking heavy, selling dope and blowing blunts
I was only like ten, but n***a, I ain't give a fuck
I go to war with anybody, n***a, what?
R.I.P. that n***a [?] man, that n***a was a nut
There wasn't role models in my hood growing up
I used to play ball, n***a, but now I ball
You can [?] one call
I live by that G code, and I ain't breaking one law
Real n***a all around, I ain't facing one flaw
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
I know you love it, yeah, they bang my shit
All the real n***as bang my shit
Yeah, got problems, I'ma bang my shit
I got spot workers saying my shit
I do this for the streets
Yeah, that motherfucking ghetto
That motherfucking ghetto
Bitch, I'm from the streets
Yeah, that motherfucking ghetto
That motherfucking ghetto

[Verse 2: Icewear Vezzo]
The dope man will bust your head for that shit, yo
So don't even try to play with that shit, yo
Before I ever had a plan, I was flipping stones
So why you holding out your hand? Better get your own
Tryna get some quick cash, so you hit the road
You drove way down the way, to see what n***as on
I guess you made a couple bands, since you been gone
Them fiends acting like your friends, now you feel at home
But you done got the bitch hot, like you in the stove
Tryna have the cheapest prices, just to get it gone
The [?] on every block, watching n***as [?]
[?] give a fuck [?] since you with them hoes
You don't want them feds pulling up them old cases
Catching dope cases, while you on that probation
So you done told on everybody, now them folks facing
All that jail time, just so you can stay around
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
I know you love it, yeah, they bang my shit
All the real n***as bang my shit
Yeah, got problems, I'ma bang my shit
I got spot workers saying my shit
I do this for the streets
Yeah, that motherfucking ghetto
That motherfucking ghetto
Bitch, I'm from the streets
Yeah, that motherfucking ghetto
That motherfucking ghetto

[Verse 3: Peezy]
I'm from the grove, n***a
The motherfucking streets
Where them n***as get excited when it's beef
No school, we in the streets
We been learned A's and B's
Now we tryna get the work from A to B
Don't play with my cheese
'Cause I'll have some n***as hunt you
I'm Peezy, I'm these older n***as' uncle
Have some n***as chilling in the back and in the front too
Like you expecting company, I'll have some n***as come through
Good from [?] all the way up to [?]
Marbel table complement the flatty in the front room
Told my n***a if I get a deal, he get one too
Me and dawg shared the same bed in that one room
Icy gold chains, white and dark yays
Words slered 'cause I'm leaning, I can't even talk straight
Stupid n***a think it's easy, he gon' learn the hard way
Five thousand on your head, and get you dropped in broad day
Told you, bitch, I'm from the streets
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
I know you love it, yeah, they bang my shit
All the real n***as bang my shit
Yeah, got problems, I'ma bang my shit
I got spot workers saying my shit
I do this for the streets
Yeah, that motherfucking ghetto
That motherfucking ghetto
Bitch, I'm from the streets
Yeah, that motherfucking ghetto
That motherfucking ghetto