Str8 Drop Fat Trel (Ft. Icewear Vezzo)

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[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
Phew
Drank God
Shit on me
(Juss cookin' it up, nigga)
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 nigga, I don't hang with no rappers, pop out at niggas' shows, take all that shit (On God)
Four hundred in jewelry, me and big Will, nigga, 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, nigga feelin' like Mike, twenty-threes on the drop
We don't argue with opps (Pussy), we'll never squash shit, quit callin'
Niggas still ain't dropped shit, quit stallin'
You cuffin' that bitch we doggin'
Nigga