First 48 Icewear Vezzo (Ft. Prince Jefe)
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[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
(Rell On The Track)
We gon' turn up on that bitch like
Right here, gang
It's on the floor, nigga
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, I want all the cheese, nigga (Yeah)
Treat him like a baby and rock dog asleep (Bitch)
These two Cubans 'round my neck cost a car a piece (Hundreds)
Niggas really want no smoke, they be callin' peace
Yeah, we'll catch him at the light and put some shit in him
AP, Philippe, got some shit in it
Yeah, bitch, I need a trophy, ho, I been winnin' (Drank God)
Went to Ace of Spade off a bar, threw a BIN in it (What?)
Nigga better not cross that line, we gon' finish him (Yeah)
You like a nigga crossed that line, oh, you finished, huh? (Oh, you finished, huh?)
Niggas really never ball, you just scrimmage, huh? (You scrimmage, huh?)
Knock your shit across the rope, I play tennis now
Bitch, shot that chop when I turned ten (Shot that chop, bitch)
Nigga, I just popped me two Perc-10s (Perky)
Ayy, a dope spot was my first crib, nigga (Yeah?)
Shoot that chop if we bump heads, nigga (If we bump heads)
Yeah, that's First 48, nigga (Shh)
I'll run that bag, First 48 (Run it)
I just did another show and bought forty Dracs (Yeah)
Your bitch thinkin' she a nigga, I get shawty scraped, pussy (Iced Up Records)
Bought another chicken
Every time I up that wood, I get another splinter
A quarter mil' the long way, that's a hundred inches (Hundred thousand)
Want that money to myself, I'm a selfish nigga (Let's go, ayy)
(Rell On The Track)
We gon' turn up on that bitch like
Right here, gang
It's on the floor, nigga
Ayy, ayy
[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, I want all the cheese, nigga (Yeah)
Treat him like a baby and rock dog asleep (Bitch)
These two Cubans 'round my neck cost a car a piece (Hundreds)
Niggas really want no smoke, they be callin' peace
Yeah, we'll catch him at the light and put some shit in him
AP, Philippe, got some shit in it
Yeah, bitch, I need a trophy, ho, I been winnin' (Drank God)
Went to Ace of Spade off a bar, threw a BIN in it (What?)
Nigga better not cross that line, we gon' finish him (Yeah)
You like a nigga crossed that line, oh, you finished, huh? (Oh, you finished, huh?)
Niggas really never ball, you just scrimmage, huh? (You scrimmage, huh?)
Knock your shit across the rope, I play tennis now
Bitch, shot that chop when I turned ten (Shot that chop, bitch)
Nigga, I just popped me two Perc-10s (Perky)
Ayy, a dope spot was my first crib, nigga (Yeah?)
Shoot that chop if we bump heads, nigga (If we bump heads)
Yeah, that's First 48, nigga (Shh)
I'll run that bag, First 48 (Run it)
I just did another show and bought forty Dracs (Yeah)
Your bitch thinkin' she a nigga, I get shawty scraped, pussy (Iced Up Records)
Bought another chicken
Every time I up that wood, I get another splinter
A quarter mil' the long way, that's a hundred inches (Hundred thousand)
Want that money to myself, I'm a selfish nigga (Let's go, ayy)
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