[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
They said we fucked up, but I can't tell
We don't got trucks, but I can't tell
We don't go dumb, but I can't tell
If I get caught, I bet I'll make bail
They said we fucked up, but I can't tell
We don't got trucks, but I can't tell
We don't go dumb, but I can't tell
If I get caught, I bet I'll make bail

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Caught a case for [?] run
Took them bitches on a chase, through the weed and guns
Hit my lawyer on the line, he gon' need a ton
But if they lock a n***a down, I won't need a crumb
My mama saying I'm just praying that they don't sentence you
It's fucked up, they tryna hit me with hibituals
I don't really pray a lot, but my n***as do
I guess they see the bigger picture, like a visual
All these n***as talking crazy, like they really killers
Stacking money to the sky, I don't need a ceiling
Sipping lean while I drive, I don't even spill it
All my n***as make a thousand, tryna see a million
I be fucking with them Bloods, get you blew away
Shoot you for a couple hundred, [?]
N***as say they selling drugs, they ain't moved a thing
On the west selling yay, I be moving caine
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
They said we fucked up, but I can't tell
We don't got trucks, but I can't tell
We don't go dumb, but I can't tell
If I get caught, I bet I'll make bail
They said we fucked up, but I can't tell
We don't got trucks, but I can't tell
We don't go dumb, but I can't tell
If I get caught, I bet I'll make bail

[Verse 2: Lou Gram]\
Just bought a new [?], on some foreign shit
Same day, dropped [?] on some boring shit
Been shitting since a baby, I was born rich
All this drank got me sleeping, on some snoring shit
Since we talking 'bout foreigns, let's talk buttons
If she ain't talking 'bout fucking, she ain't talking nothing
I bought a bitch a bag, you ain't bought her nothing
[?] brand new, they ain't came with nothing
All my ryms pre-order, like the I5
Try to get me on a track, that's a hot 5
[?] trap, man, a hot 5
We got the city on our back, bitch, I'm not lieing
Ask around in the streets, bitch, it's 'bout Lou
50,000 a week, that's what I do
Ask around in the streets, bitch, it's 'bout Lou
50,000 a week, that's what I do
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
They said we fucked up, but I can't tell
We don't got trucks, but I can't tell
We don't go dumb, but I can't tell
If I get caught, I bet I'll make bail
They said we fucked up, but I can't tell
We don't got trucks, but I can't tell
We don't go dumb, but I can't tell
If I get caught, I bet I'll make bail

[Verse 3: Peezy]
Fuck the cops and everybody hating
They like when Bag Life drop? 'Cause everybody waiting
Right now we banging out spots, getting a lot of paper
Drinking lean, popping bars and everybody skaiting
On my iPhone 5, talking hella numbers
My n***a, if the car could talk, I'd be in hella trouble
Rats, snakes and gorillas, bitch, we in the jungle
I ain't scared to roll the dice, man, [?]
Me and Webb just tryna come up with a way to win
Bought a hundred eighty pants, made a play for ten
Gotta watch these [?] hoes and my shady friends
I'm out the way, just tryna get me a Mercedes Benz
N***as said we fucked up, but who the fuck is hating?
I convinced my n***a Lou to buy a coupe today
You n***as better get in line, 'cause we super straight
Got the [?] from selling chronic, like Snoop and Dre
[Chorus: Icewear Vezzo]
They said we fucked up, but I can't tell
We don't got trucks, but I can't tell
We don't go dumb, but I can't tell
If I get caught, I bet I'll make bail
They said we fucked up, but I can't tell
We don't got trucks, but I can't tell
We don't go dumb, but I can't tell
If I get caught, I bet I'll make bail