Fronto
Oooh, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
Sorry momma imma fronto smoker
Put a smile on my face like the joker
I chief keef I ain't talking bout Sosa
I really just hate being sober
Gotta cop cause I'm ready to roll up
Smoking cookies with chips on my shoulders
Gassed up like I drink too much soda
My ice cold straight from Minnesota
It's getting cold out here, can't fold here
Cause I'm tryna be the man of the year
Oh, It's pick and roll out here, don't go out there
Cause you dead if you living in fear
Me to the cops
Trap? I ain't doing that
Me to my bros
Bro I got it for the low
Me to the opps
Pussy better watch ya back
Me to the hoes
Bitch you better be on go
One thing about these lil bitty biddies
They'll still let you fuck while they cover they titties
And all of my niggas smoke dope like a chimney
New tech fleece filled with hunnids and fifties
Blue strips on them bitches, yeah they bold
Not vibing with snitches, you sweat em they fold
New pots in the kitchen, to whip up a bowl
New pack just came in, and I'm ready to roll
Oooh, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
Sorry momma imma fronto smoker
Put a smile on my face like the joker
I chief keef I ain't talking bout Sosa
I really just hate being sober
Gotta cop cause I'm ready to roll up
Smoking cookies with chips on my shoulders
Gassed up like I drink too much soda
My ice cold straight from Minnesota
And family plays a part too
Can't believe you almost made a part two
Can't believe you took her for part fool
Heart ripped apart, now we 'sposed to be cool
And you
Happy wife, happy life, right
Infidelity was like a thief in the night
Written on your face how much you putting up a fight
But I couldn't take it, so I had to take flight
So now they yelling pack man, pack man
That's how we got to running up the trap man
I be sliding through the night like I'm Batman
And I'm taking all ya hoes cause I'm that man
I make lil mama scream in soprano
Then we ball at the mall like lonzo
And I really need my money like pronto
'Fore you end up in my spliff, with my fronto
Yea, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
Sorry momma imma fronto smoker
Put a smile on my face like the joker
I chief keef I ain't talking bout Sosa
I really just hate being sober
Gotta cop cause I'm ready to roll up
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
Sorry momma imma fronto smoker
Put a smile on my face like the joker
I chief keef I ain't talking bout Sosa
I really just hate being sober
Gotta cop cause I'm ready to roll up
Smoking cookies with chips on my shoulders
Gassed up like I drink too much soda
My ice cold straight from Minnesota
It's getting cold out here, can't fold here
Cause I'm tryna be the man of the year
Oh, It's pick and roll out here, don't go out there
Cause you dead if you living in fear
Me to the cops
Trap? I ain't doing that
Me to my bros
Bro I got it for the low
Me to the opps
Pussy better watch ya back
Me to the hoes
Bitch you better be on go
One thing about these lil bitty biddies
They'll still let you fuck while they cover they titties
And all of my niggas smoke dope like a chimney
New tech fleece filled with hunnids and fifties
Blue strips on them bitches, yeah they bold
Not vibing with snitches, you sweat em they fold
New pots in the kitchen, to whip up a bowl
New pack just came in, and I'm ready to roll
Oooh, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
Sorry momma imma fronto smoker
Put a smile on my face like the joker
I chief keef I ain't talking bout Sosa
I really just hate being sober
Gotta cop cause I'm ready to roll up
Smoking cookies with chips on my shoulders
Gassed up like I drink too much soda
My ice cold straight from Minnesota
And family plays a part too
Can't believe you almost made a part two
Can't believe you took her for part fool
Heart ripped apart, now we 'sposed to be cool
And you
Happy wife, happy life, right
Infidelity was like a thief in the night
Written on your face how much you putting up a fight
But I couldn't take it, so I had to take flight
So now they yelling pack man, pack man
That's how we got to running up the trap man
I be sliding through the night like I'm Batman
And I'm taking all ya hoes cause I'm that man
I make lil mama scream in soprano
Then we ball at the mall like lonzo
And I really need my money like pronto
'Fore you end up in my spliff, with my fronto
Yea, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
My, my fronto
Sorry momma imma fronto smoker
Put a smile on my face like the joker
I chief keef I ain't talking bout Sosa
I really just hate being sober
Gotta cop cause I'm ready to roll up
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Writer(s): Vaughn Robinson
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