[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
I ain't got no respect for nothin' they said 'cause you the police, n***a
They like, "Why the streets be on your line?" That's 'cause they chose me, n***a
You the one that told on all your guys, you out here bogus, n***a
Pull up with that shit, my pockets bulgin', that shit on me, n***a
Brodie told me wake 'em if they sleep, you gotta show these n***as
Walk with all my ice on in the street, I pull up pony, n***a
I can't see the timing, new AP, the colors frozen, n***a
I done let some pussy n***as slide, feel like I owe them n***as
Forgiatos scrapin' my new Dawn, my shit look stolen, n***a
I be countin' cheese up all the time, I feel like Coney, n***a
N***as gettin' dropped while they on Live, that's 'cause they trollin', n***a
Stackin' pape', hundred racks in fives, look like we trappin' weight
Bitch, I been that n***a, I was up since we slappin' shake
Crack an eight, smack it to the face, love how that Acky taste
Sick it's on a Track', he wrapped the Wraith, now that bitch black and gray

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
They like, "Why the streets be on your line?" That's 'cause they chose me, n***a (That's 'cause they chose me)
You the one that told on all your guys, you out here bogus, n***a (You out here bogus, n***a)
I got that shit on me, pockets bulgin', my shit swollen, n***a (Dog shit)
I can't feel them Percs when I be high, that's 'cause I'm rollin', n***a (Because I'm rollin', n***a)
They like, "Why the streets be on your line?" That's 'cause they chose me, n***a (That's 'cause they chose me)
You the one that told on all your guys, you out here bogus, n***a (You out here bogus, n***a)
I got that shit on me, pockets bulgin', my shit swollen, n***a (Dog shit)
I can't feel them Percs when I be high, that's 'cause I'm rollin', n***a (Because I'm rollin', n***a)
[Verse 2: Chuckie CEO]
I ain't been tryna make it off the rap, been trappin', out here robbin' shit
Big bro sip the purple, I sip turtle, I'm a goblin, bitch
Everybody on my ass 'bout postin' guns, feel like Ja Morant
Claimin' he a shooter, he get shot, now go sit on the bench
I can spot my opp through five percent, I want him dead
I swear that ain't us when he get hit up in the head
Got it out the mud, I'm ballin' hard, they might just tell the pigs
It feel weird when I pray to God, he watchin' when I sin
They know we get active, we get busy, we gon' stand on it
Oh, you want some merch? We create some shirts with your mans on it
This shit wicked, pull a skit with some glasses and a wig, tuh
Cuz got a line, picked up a brick, I feel like Craig, huh
I been totin' sticks since the Mongoose with the pegs
I been shootin' shit way before I grew the dreads
Don't know where I'd be if I ain't met my n***a Vezz
Bitch, it's IUR, you wanna sign me, bring the bag

[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
They like, "Why the streets be on your line?" That's 'cause they chose me, n***a (That's 'cause they chose me)
You the one that told on all your guys, you out here bogus, n***a (You out here bogus, n***a)
I got that shit on me, pockets bulgin', my shit swollen, n***a (Dog shit)
I can't feel them Percs when I be high, that's 'cause I'm rollin', n***a (Because I'm rollin', n***a)
They like, "Why the streets be on your line?" That's 'cause they chose me, n***a (That's 'cause they chose me)
You the one that told on all your guys, you out here bogus, n***a (You out here bogus, n***a)
I got that shit on me, pockets bulgin', my shit swollen, n***a (Dog shit)
I can't feel them Percs when I be high, that's 'cause I'm rollin', n***a (Because I'm rollin', n***a)