CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Frozone
Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though
(Let the BandPlay)
Uh, haha, yeah, haha
These b*t*h-ass n***as be all that motherf**kin' talk
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, you heard, now?
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, haha
With yo' b*t*h, beatin' from the back when I be hittin' from the back
Hold on, hold on, uh, hold on, uh
I feel me cold like I'm Frozone (Ice)
Cartier watch, hit up two-tone (Bling)
sh*t on these n***as, they said call you dead wrong (Dead wrong)
We just made packs off a flip phone
Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til he get gone (Get gone)
How he get signed off of two songs?
Only been rappin' six months, it ain't take long (Take long)
Flip the lil' sh*t, gotta come on
Catch him in traffic, hit him up 'til the truck gone
Ready, lil' b*t*h got her head gone
Send the airhead to get both of their head blown
Never ever, ever, would I go like that
Gainin' on the gang, checkers, n***a, not chess
Go 'gainst with the gang, get your head put to rest
A-1 drop, let the car come and test
Came here raw, but I still remixed
Pushin' more weight than LA, Phoenix
Blowin' like that, bought some drip in Lenox
G-rock shirt, one pack cost fifty
Hundred on the lines just to f**k up my kidney
Ain't about the money then n***a, I ain't listen
I'ma slide every time, give a f**k if it risky
Rich-ass n***a, still posted in the trenches, uh, yeah
New opp dead, now the feds out to get me
Say he catch a body, but he know that sh*t fixin'
If I'm in the mood, then yo, the crib with me
Got 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 'em in a blender (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
n***a, talk gas, who the f**k got killed?
Would have been dead, but the feds got a tip
Barely made that, keep the HK still
Catch 'em out bad, I'm a thug, a whole clip
Give a f**k about your man, get your best man killed
Feelin' like the mayor, yeah, the man of the year
Had a clear shot, they still hit me in the hip
Light bulb diamond, shinin' like a chandelier
Maybach Slime when I'm ridin' in the rear
All opps dyin', its a celebration year
Diamonds and they see though, crystal clear
Yeah, I signed a deal, that don't mean I'm in the clear
Still hoppin' with the choppa, make a n***a dissapear
Would ride still, but I'm flyin' in the Lear'
So Icy gang, make a b*t*h say, "Brr," uh, hold on, uh
(Let the BandPlay)
Uh, haha, yeah, haha
These b*t*h-ass n***as be all that motherf**kin' talk
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, you heard, now?
Hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, haha
With yo' b*t*h, beatin' from the back when I be hittin' from the back
Hold on, hold on, uh, hold on, uh
I feel me cold like I'm Frozone (Ice)
Cartier watch, hit up two-tone (Bling)
sh*t on these n***as, they said call you dead wrong (Dead wrong)
We just made packs off a flip phone
Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til he get gone (Get gone)
How he get signed off of two songs?
Only been rappin' six months, it ain't take long (Take long)
Flip the lil' sh*t, gotta come on
Catch him in traffic, hit him up 'til the truck gone
Ready, lil' b*t*h got her head gone
Send the airhead to get both of their head blown
Never ever, ever, would I go like that
Gainin' on the gang, checkers, n***a, not chess
Go 'gainst with the gang, get your head put to rest
A-1 drop, let the car come and test
Came here raw, but I still remixed
Pushin' more weight than LA, Phoenix
Blowin' like that, bought some drip in Lenox
G-rock shirt, one pack cost fifty
Hundred on the lines just to f**k up my kidney
Ain't about the money then n***a, I ain't listen
I'ma slide every time, give a f**k if it risky
Rich-ass n***a, still posted in the trenches, uh, yeah
New opp dead, now the feds out to get me
Say he catch a body, but he know that sh*t fixin'
If I'm in the mood, then yo, the crib with me
Got 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 'em in a blender (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
n***a, talk gas, who the f**k got killed?
Would have been dead, but the feds got a tip
Barely made that, keep the HK still
Catch 'em out bad, I'm a thug, a whole clip
Give a f**k about your man, get your best man killed
Feelin' like the mayor, yeah, the man of the year
Had a clear shot, they still hit me in the hip
Light bulb diamond, shinin' like a chandelier
Maybach Slime when I'm ridin' in the rear
All opps dyin', its a celebration year
Diamonds and they see though, crystal clear
Yeah, I signed a deal, that don't mean I'm in the clear
Still hoppin' with the choppa, make a n***a dissapear
Would ride still, but I'm flyin' in the Lear'
So Icy gang, make a b*t*h say, "Brr," uh, hold on, uh
