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fat trel - str8 drop lyrics

[intro: icewear vezzo]
phew
drank god
sh+t on me
(juss cookin’ it up, n+gga)
yeah
hmm, on god
four hundred on in jewelry
for real
hmm, right now
phew, phew
yeah
drank god
keep that sh+t going, gang
hmm (what?), phew, phew, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: icewear vezzo]
bust down rollie, i don’t f+ck with no police, i up big bl!ckie and dog, well sh+t
real street n+gga, i don’t hang with no rappers, pop out at n+ggas’ shows, take all that sh+t (on god)
four hundred in jewelry, me and big will, n+gga, pull up on the six, yeah, we all got bl!ck
steppin’ on sh+t, five thousand blues, good dog, take it too, mix it all with fent’
dog sh+t records, i was gettin’ money back with lou gram, cookin’ up lean in the pot
hundred bands on me, slide at ld, n+gga feelin’ like mike, twenty+threes on the drop
we don’t argue with opps (p+ssy), we’ll never squash sh+t, quit callin’
n+ggas still ain’t dropped sh+t, quit stallin’
you cuffin’ that b+tch we d+gg+n’
n+gga
[chorus: fat trel]
pull up on the side of a n+gga, take the eyes off a n+gga and i don’t really like to play about opps
and i’m in the trap with a light+skin b+tch, like to cook my dope d+ck and i don’t play about pots
junkie had to get a quick fix, let him hit a lil’ rock and he said i got straight drop
how you know i got it out the shop? how you make it lock? how you get it in with the glock? (hold up)
pull up on the side of a n+gga, take the eyes off a n+gga and i don’t really like to play about opps
and i’m in the trap with a light+skin b+tch, like to cook my dope d+ck and i don’t play about pots
junkie had to get a quick fix, let him hit a lil’ rock and he said i got straight drop (hold up)
how you know i got it out the shop? how you make it lock? how you get it in with the glock?

[verse 2: fat trel]
you ain’t gotta ask me, i’m way too nasty
hundred k in cash, lately i been too flashy
pop another seal ’til my b+tch start nagging
up on all my opps, i ain’t really into bragging
first day home, young n+gga get to dragging
give a b+tch a bone, i’ll smack her on the wagon
we from dc, we ain’t really into flagging
body count, b+tch, young n+gga toe+tagging
gucci and dior, gotta trap a lot of fashion
and i’m in the field, i ain’t never played madden
everything you lil’ n+ggas doin’, i done had it
you don’t really wanna see me trip with automatic
and i got a b+tch from out of town, she a savage
middle of the winter in the rental, doin’ damage
runnin’ with gorillas, it get iller, don’t panic
and i’m ’bout my skrilla, k!ll a n+gga with the static (hold up)
[chorus: fat trel]
pull up on the side of a n+gga, take the eyes off a n+gga and i don’t really like to play about opps
and i’m in the trap with a light+skin b+tch, like to cook my dope d+ck and i don’t play about pots
junkie had to get a quick fix, let him hit a lil’ rock and he said i got straight drop
how you know i got it out the shop? how you make it lock? how you get it in with the glock? (hold up)
pull up on the side of a n+gga, take the eyes off a n+gga and i don’t really like to play about opps
and i’m in the trap with a light+skin b+tch, like to cook my dope d+ck and i don’t play about pots
junkie had to get a quick fix, let him hit a lil’ rock and he said i got straight drop (hold up)
how you know i got it out the shop? how you make it lock? how you get it in with the glock?

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