Shifter Icewear Vezzo

[Intro]
Twenties or more
(Hawky, haha)
Phew, let's go
(Shawty Flame, make that shit hard)
We be vibin' (Yeah, yeah)
Iced Up Records
Hmm (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1]
These niggas out here tellin' shit, so I fell back from sellin' shit
Twenty-eight for seven zips, gon' never trip and mail the bitch
These niggas must got butter fingers, fingertips ain't never blitzed (Phew)
Turned his lil' ass to a piece of wood the way we nailin' shit
I took all my hoes back to the store and got a better bitch (Better bitch)
Percocet's, I like the oval shapes, look like it's Cedric's (Yeah)
Dirty paper, might come more today, bitch, I'm already rich
Dezzi clench, got every blick, bitch, I came up off hella licks
Stuffed the bag up like a turkey, muffin plug, I'm Moses
They like some kids who still can't lace their shoes, them boys got no task
Cybertruck, can barely drive it, baby, this bitch got low miles
I caught a Glock, he dug inside it, baby, this bitch a .45 (Fah)
Every nigga that ever played with me and bro got all slammed (Phew)
P, I use to sell, he know I rap, but I get dog vexed (Dog food)
Flaky yams sit on the plate, skrrt, scrape up both sides
Forgis on the pork chop (Phew), fuck the lean, want more pies (Bitch)