[Intro: Icewear Vezzo]
MIA Jay C
I hear you, Jay C
Yeah, ay

[Verse: Rawood & Icewear Vezzo]
Smoke a pussy n***a like a backwood
Ain't never play no basketball, but I trap good
Yeah, you ain't really gangster, you just act hood
Think he finna run up with that paper, finna whack good
(Ay, ay)
I ain't feelin' so stressed, ain't gon' settle just like this ack would
Smack the shit out of that boy just like his dad would
My momma don't want me servin' packs
But she know that I'm damn good
I move a fifty pack, posted in the damn hood (Ay)
We 'a bleed them n***a's block until we ran out of bullets
Walk a pussy n***a down, and then I stand and pull it
Got that F.N. in my pocket, hit him in his hoodie
Yeah, this dawg so strong, that bitch need a mullet
(Ay)
When I'm fuckin' on his bitch, she want me 'grab her hair and pull it
I'm a dealer
Blow the spot up, If you ain't tryna pay my muller
Mask on while I'm drivin', hunnid bowls in the trunk
My mans put this deal together, so I break him off a chunk
I just poured a pint of tenth in here with Rawood
Big choppa, that bitch flip a whole car hood
I got a laser on the AR, look like Star Wars
Took a hunnid-thousand to LA and I bought all kush
(Ay, ay)
Big AK, with a serty, bitch 'a clock pours
Bought a seven-grand blunt from the cigar store
Steppin' throught the mud up in my Concords
I made it here today, so you know that's what I grind for
Got so much water on my neck, might fuck around and drown
Oh, he got a thousand pints? I'm finna buy him out
Put so much pressure on the boys, I made them throw the towel
Forty in a draco with me when I ride to town
Man, I feel like Mayweather 'way I'm boxing up these bowls
Stackin' up these pros, and if your price right, I get it gone
I can't love you baby, so I gotta lead you on
This is strictly bag talk, go and listen to them songs