Frozone

(album: Big Grim Reaper - 2021)

Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though
Uh, mmm-hmm (Let the BandPlay), yup
These bitch-ass niggas doing all this motherfucking talking
I ain't even doing no more talking
There ain't nothing to say, ain't nothing to talk about
This all you gon' hear from me from now on
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, haha
I'm with your bitch, beating her from the back
When I be hitting it from the back, ah
Hold on, hold on

Uh, uh, hold on, uh
Ice on me cold like I'm Frozone (Ice)
Cartier watch, hit up two-tone (Bling)
Shit on these niggas, that sex got you dead wrong (Dead wrong)
We done made plays off a flip phone
Trapping and rapping, post up 'til he get gone (Get gone)
Like how he get signed off of two songs?
Only been rapping six months, it ain't take long (Take long)

I fucked the lil' shawty, gotta cum on
Catch him in traffic, hit him up 'til the truck gone
Greedy lil' bitch got her head gone
Send the airhead to get both of their head blown
Never ever, ever, would I go like that
Gotta know the game, checkers, nigga, not chess
Go against the gang, get your head put to rest
A-1 drop, let the car come and test
Came in raw, but I still remixed it
Pushing more weight than LA Fitness
Blow a light dub, bought some drip in Lenox
G-rock shirt, one pack cost fifty
Hundred dollar lines just to fuck up my kidney
Ain't about the money, then nigga, I ain't listening
I'ma slide every time, give a fuck if it risky
Rich-ass nigga, still posted in the trenches, uh, yup
New opp dead, now the feds out to get me
Say he catch a body, but he know that shit fixing
If I'm not in the mood, then y'all not coming with me
God with his ass, next time, can't miss him
Hundred bills at the spot, gotta dismiss him
Automatic choppa, yeah, I shoot it with a rhythm
I could drop a bag, get 'em put up in a blender (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
Nigga talking gas, who the fuck got killed?
Would have been dead, but the feds got a tip
Valley Bank, J keep the HK still
Catch 'em down bad, I'ma dump a whole clip
Give a fuck about your man, get your best man killed
Feeling like the mayor, yeah, the man of the year
Had a clear shot, still hit me in the hip
Lightbulb diamond, shining like a chandelier
Maybach sliding when I'm riding in the rear
All our opps dying, it's a celebration year
Diamonds ain't these see-through, crystal clear
Yeah, I signed a deal, that don't mean I'm in the clear
Still hopping with the choppa, make a nigga disappear
Was riding steam, now I'm flying in the Lear
So Icy Gang, make a bitch say, "Brr"

Uh, hold on, uh
Ice on me cold like I'm Frozone (Uh)
Cartier watch, hit up two-tone
Shit on these niggas, that sex got you dead wrong
We done made plays off a flip phone
Trapping and rapping, post up 'til he get gone
Like how he get signed off of two songs?
Only been rapping six months, it ain't take long