Frozone

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Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though
 Uh, mmm-hmm (Let the BandPlay), yup
 These bitch-ass niggas doin' all this motherfuckin' talkin'
 I ain't even doin' no more talkin'
 There ain't nothin' to say, ain't nothin' 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, beatin' her from the back
 When I be hittin' 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
 Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til he get gone (get gone)
 Like how he get signed off of two songs?
 Only been rappin' 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
 Pushin' more weight than LA Fitness
 Blow a light dub, bought some drip in Lenox
 G-rock shirt, one pack cost 50
 Hundred dollar lines just to fuck up my kidney
 Ain't about the money, then nigga, I ain't listenin'
 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 fixin'
 If I'm not in the mood, then y'all not comin' 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 talkin' 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
 Feelin' like the mayor, yeah, the man of the year
 Had a clear shot, still hit me in the hip
 Lightbulb diamond, shinin' like a chandelier
 Maybach slidin' when I'm ridin' in the rear
 All our opps dyin', 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 hoppin' with the choppa, make a nigga disappear
 Was ridin' steam, now I'm flyin' 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
 Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til he get gone
 Like how he get signed off of two songs?
 Only been rappin' six months, it ain't take long
 

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Duration
02:14
Key
11
Tempo
131 BPM

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