[INTRO: Icewear Vezzo}

(BP)
Yeah
Drank-god
(04 DONT SMOKE NO SWISHERS)
Fuck these n***as talking bout'
Bitch, hmm
Big gang, big money gang

{VERSE 1: Icewear Vezzo}

Yeah, bitch. got like 180 on
Ghetto bitch, don't want no lazy hoe, crack pints with BabyJov
Don't sneak diss
Don't do no rap beef, we hop out sprayin' folks
Run it up, I get that check right now
Bitch I don't wait around

[?]
Spend me like a ten, I'm into fashion
Mudd Baby, I was sippin' Tek when they was glasses (yeah)
Diamonds dancing, only [?] your jewelry average
Pour me up some drank and pop some percs' man this a habit

Yeah, bitch we really icing shit
Half a ticket stuffed it in my Miri's, ain't no Nike fit
A-R on me, gold on like the bank got a [?] blick
I can tell you never cut no lean cause your pints be hit. (Bitch!)
[VERSE 2: BabyJov]

(Yeah, tss)

Get yo wifey hit
I can tell you really not no thug, just be typing shit
In the club, lil [?] on me look like fire sticks
Smoke a n***a by myself for real, I don't go hire hits

(Yeah, tss)

They call me BabyJov
How the fuck yo grandma don't get pills, the fuck she 80 for?
Plug got super-bowl's around this bitch, he on his Brady flow
N***as super-heroes out this bitch, they out here saving hoes

(Yeah, tss)

Bitch I'm super lit
Hit the mall, swipe 10k in Neiman's then dispute the shit
These diamonds in my chain, went got my name
Dont want no crucifix
Stupid ass got shot up in his mouth he had to lose his lips