Correction Lyrics Jack Frost by BabyTron

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Sh*t, that's a Danny G beat
Getta Beats
Ayy

I can turn a cash in to a cashed out
Use to be the little man to 'em, I can brag now
Tapped in like Wi-Fi, I don't lag out
Push to start just to get us warm and then I stab out
It ain't too many like me, I'm a rare breed
Did I mention when I heard your song it made my ear bleed?
Say the word then it coming like a stampede
Told your b*t*h to ignore your call so we can proceed
Went to sleep feeling like the sh*t, I woke up at two
Man, I seen the road before, that is not new
Glock-10, I'm bald headed, hit 'em with a Caillou
Sick of this fake sh*t around, you a hot two

Huh
Rock and ride with this Drac', I'll pop you
BabyTron, I could shoot the bag or I could lob oops
Sniper finna come headshot if he spot you
Pikachu, put the beam on you then I shock you
Finna drop a chain off the phones, b*t*h, I'm Jack Frost
No P***Hub, I'm in Sprint getting jacks off
Feel like Trae Young, shooting threes out the Trackhawk
He tried to lock the door, pulled up and shot his latch off
You buffed up but in the same fit, you a action figure
Probably some expensive-a** brand if I tag my picture
201, this a magic trick, I'm a scamming wizard
On 9 mile, tell the plug meet me at the [?]
Too skinny but the pockets fat, I got backwards denim
If he live when we pop him up, meet him at the [?]
B*t*h, we SBDSM if you acronym it
Tryna spin a 2021, I done crashed the Civic
Punch like a Saiyan, f**k around, might Kamehameha it
Got a blaster in my UFO, I'm a Space Invader
I'll blow a twenty up at Lennox, you a paper saver
Where the f**k my yum yum sauce? Finna chase the waiter
She could probably be a teacher, still wouldn't miss the b*t*h
I'll cut the green beam on, I ain't missing sh*t
I'm in NY with Donnie Bands on a business trip
Ride around with hundred tools, we ain't fixing sh*t

Yo bodies higher than yo height, I ain't licking sh*t
But I heard you still want the D, on some Pimpin sh*t
Hmm, man, the chop Bruce Lee, it got kick and sh*t
Tell my b*t*h she wake up to a gift, on some Christmas sh*t

SB, we one up to Mike, this the 4-Peat
Lando big turnt, f**ked around and dropped his fourth piece
Court side, paid four figures for some floor seats
Road running on the inner state, heading northeast
B*t*h asked what I do, same thing as Kimbo Slice
Lil' Chrome on my heart now but it's been on ice
Twenty Glocks on the opp block, brodie, dim yo lights
If it's up, it's forever stuck, boy, it's been on sight

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