Endzone

(album: Frozone - 2023)

Double R
1818, bitch
Y'all know what the fuck going on
Y'all know we really run this shit
(WavyBoyProductions) Ayy, yup
Yup

Stretch the pack, I throw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxing for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then
I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again
Back in the trap, flipping work again

'Member them days I was riding on the 10-speed
Now your boy up in the big league
I ain't been to Johnny, but wait 'til you see them new VV
They ain't gon' want me on TV
Blinded by riches like Stevie, these niggas can't see me
They mimicking, wanna be me
Posting the drip, now your bitch hollering out, "Come and see me"
Give her good dick and she pee-pee
These niggas hoes, catch him in traffic wit' the Drac' and I bet I'll unload
Tryna get rich, that's the goal
But these niggas testing my gangsta, so I'ma expose 'em
No, he don't really want smoke
Said that he gangster, but seek for attention like hoes
Fuck your big dawg, he a ho
I jump on they foot, she be telling the tell-alino
We get 'em in for the low
My clientele good, I ain't posted in front of the store
They done fucked up and freed Ghost
One step on his shoe, then I'm dumping 'til you hit the floor
Fuck all the internet posts
A hundred some shots in the car, now his ass getting ghost
We stashed the dope in the floor
The junkies, they run in and out 'stead of swinging the door
I hit the plug for a 'bow
Finessed and made jugs on the low out a rental-store low
Wait 'til I ice up my throat and ice up my wrists
And put ice up on all of my hoes
They ain't gon' like when I pop out with trap money
Backends, I serve you a load of my show
The .30 is on me, I up it and blew it
And trust me, Lil Leak, he gon' come out to go
But, nah, I'm really just saying
Niggas out here pulling humbles and think they the man
These niggas making these diss songs
Catch you in the endzone, get blitzed up on you and your mans
Make your bitch eat up the drip
Thinking 'bout texting me, make his ass eat up the clip
Plug gave me up on the flip
Deposit it, profiting when I go make me a flip
Might have a meeting on the ship
I'm on the island, the package deployed on the blimp
I can't see none of these shrimps, big shark in the water
'Round me, these lil' niggas can't swim
You see the "F" on the rims
I'm in the car doing the dash with a bitch named Kim
Dripping sauce, might make a spill
Might leave a stain, but I'm still out here packing a steel
My youngin, he fresh off a kill
Fuck all that talking, he ready to do him a drill
Boy, you ain't nada for real
All that tough talking, you had to been gone off a pill
You the same nigga that capping on bodies
They know I got that will, you ain't got no kill
I'm the same nigga that post up with choppas
And wait on you bitches to come do a drill, bitch

Stretch the pack, I threw it long like I'm Cunningham
Taxing for P's in my trap like I'm Uncle Sam
We put the hundreds and fifties in rubber bands
Can't get 'em all, reimburse 'em then
I made an oath to the trap, I won't work again
Back in the trap, flipping work again