[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Phew
Drank God
Shit on me
(Juss cookin' it up, n***a)
Yeah
Hmm, on God
Four hundred on in jewelry
For real
Hmm, right now
Phew, phew
Yeah
Drank God
Keep that shit going, gang
Hmm (What?), phew, phew, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Bust down Rollie, I don't fuck with no police, I up big blickie and dog, well shit
Real street n***a, I don't hang with no rappers, pop out at n***as' shows, take all that shit (On God)
Four hundred in jewelry, me and big Will, n***a, pull up on the six, yeah, we all got blick
Steppin' on shit, five thousand blues, good dog, take it too, mix it all with fent'
Dog Shit Records, I was gettin' money back with Lou Gram, cookin' up lean in the pot
Hundred bands on me, slide at LD, n***a feelin' like Mike, twenty-threes on the drop
We don't argue with opps (Pussy), we'll never squash shit, quit callin'
N***as still ain't dropped shit, quit stallin'
You cuffin' that bitch we doggin'
N***a
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Pull up on the side of a n***a, take the eyes off a n***a and I don't really like to play about opps
And I'm in the trap with a light-skin bitch, like to cook my dope dick and I don't play about pots
Junkie had to get a quick fix, let him hit a lil' rock and he said I got straight drop
How you know I got it out the shop? How you make it lock? How you get it in with the Glock? (Hold up)
Pull up on the side of a n***a, take the eyes off a n***a and I don't really like to play about opps
And I'm in the trap with a light-skin bitch, like to cook my dope dick and I don't play about pots
Junkie had to get a quick fix, let him hit a lil' rock and he said I got straight drop (Hold up)
How you know I got it out the shop? How you make it lock? How you get it in with the Glock?

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
You ain't gotta ask me, I'm way too nasty
Hundred K in cash, lately I been too flashy
Pop another seal 'til my bitch start nagging
Up on all my opps, I ain't really into bragging
First day home, young n***a get to dragging
Give a bitch a bone, I'll smack her on the wagon
We from DC, we ain't really into flagging
Body count, bitch, young n***a toe-tagging
Gucci and Dior, gotta trap a lot of fashion
And I'm in the field, I ain't never played Madden
Everything you lil' n***as doin', I done had it
You don't really wanna see me trip with automatic
And I got a bitch from out of town, she a savage
Middle of the winter in the rental, doin' damage
Runnin' with gorillas, it get iller, don't panic
And I'm 'bout my skrilla, kill a n***a with the static (Hold up)
[Chorus: Fat Trel]
Pull up on the side of a n***a, take the eyes off a n***a and I don't really like to play about opps
And I'm in the trap with a light-skin bitch, like to cook my dope dick and I don't play about pots
Junkie had to get a quick fix, let him hit a lil' rock and he said I got straight drop
How you know I got it out the shop? How you make it lock? How you get it in with the Glock? (Hold up)
Pull up on the side of a n***a, take the eyes off a n***a and I don't really like to play about opps
And I'm in the trap with a light-skin bitch, like to cook my dope dick and I don't play about pots
Junkie had to get a quick fix, let him hit a lil' rock and he said I got straight drop (Hold up)
How you know I got it out the shop? How you make it lock? How you get it in with the Glock?