Frozone Freestyle

Let me check my calendar
Turn down the thermometer
Rap ns try to dodge me
They know PG the only challenger
See the haters and I line them up
Bitch na try to steal the sauce
Caught the ball like I'm Randy Moss
If I like ya bitch I might pick her off
Take her back to the house aye
Run her back to the crib
Fk her once and kick her out aye
That's just how a na live

I walk in these Jimmy Choos
I'm getting my jimmy chewed
I don't want a regular boo
These ns can't do what I do
Sauce hoes get the drip drip
Young na from the flip flip
Young na from the north side
Real ns yeah we gon ride

Bitch ns all finna die
Tell the pastor let them birds fly
I ain't never had to bake a pie
I ain't never had to wait in line
My name ring bells, Le'Veon
Momma told me gotta take my time
But I told her can't take my time
At the top cause I know it's mine
She gave me top now she think she mine
When she come around she get denied
You said you real but you testified
You know a real na tell them lies

I'm real I'm sturdy, real
Py ns cant hurt me, can't
Be around 7:30 pull up with a birdie
Young na with the sauce
Young na with the drip
I can take you to a AirBnb
You can't find out where I live
Can't trust no one
Can't trust these ns
Can't trust these bitches
Cause they'll fk with ya ns

I can't trust nobody
So I'm stacking these figures
So I'm reading these scriptures
And my heart on frigid
And I been a legend since a adolescent
Like a Alpha na better get the steppin'
Before I get the weapon
All my ns wrecking
I'm the only one, I never been a second
If you owe me bread I'm there in a second
Don't let me catch ya
Don't let me find ya
Call the shottas, they'll bring the choppers
Bitch na better not call the coppers
I know real killers
I know real robbers
I did this all on my own
Talking all that bullsh*t
That's st I don't condone
Did it by myself aye
Did this all own my own
Bullets spraying at ya house aye
Bullets spraying at ya dome raaaah



Credits
Writer(s): Nyzear Banks
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