Frozone

(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 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 s*x got you dead wrong (dead wrong) We done made packs 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 Gainin' on the gang, 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 Pushin' more weight than LA Fitness Blow a light dub, bought some drip in Lenox G-RAW shirt, one pack cost fifty Hundred on the 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 on the move, then Yoda 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 up in a blender (brr, brr, brr, brr) Nigga talkin' gangster, 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 the 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' but 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 s*x got you dead wrong We done made packs 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 --- Frozone - Big Scarr