Frozone

Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though Uh, hmm-hmm Let the BandPlay, yup, hmm-hmm These bitch-ass niggas doin' all this motherfuckin' talkin' I ain't even doin' no more talkin', it ain't nothin' to say, it ain't nothin' to talk about This all you gon' hear from me, hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Hold on Ha-ha-ha, that's what your bitch be hearing from the back when I be hitting from the back Uh Hold on Hold on, uh Chorus 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, they say, Scarr, you dead wrong Dead wrong We done made plays off a flip phone Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til it 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 Verse 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 ass put to rest A-1 drop, let the cops 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-RAW shirt, one pack cost fifty 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 post 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 fishy If I'm on the move, 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 chopper, yeah, I shoot it with a rhythm I could drop a bag, get 'em put up in the 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 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 diamonds, shinin' like a chandelier Maybach slidin', but I'm ridin' in the rear All the 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 hop out with the chopper, make a nigga disappear Was ridin' steamer, now I'm flyin' in the Lear So Icy Gang, make a bitch say, Brr Chorus Uh, uh, hold on, uh Ice on me cold like I'm Frozone Uh Cartier watch, hit up two-tone Shit on these niggas, they say, Scarr, you dead wrong We done made plays off a flip phone Trappin' and rappin', post up 'til it get gone Like how he get signed off of two songs Only been rappin' six months, it ain't take long