Frozone
(专辑: 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