Frozone
These bitches keep coming I can't even stop it
I run away when I hear walkie talkie
You ain't talking bout money, I'm switching the topic
I do not think twice, if I want it I cop it
Put that fye on his ass, now he look like a rocket
We got members and bitches riding in a stolo
My diamonds incredible, I feel like frozone
Put that mask on your face, we hitting like four homes
Got all types of guns like I put in the cheat code
You niggas in danger, if I slide with Lito
I can tell that you hoes, I can see through the peep hole
We sliding with drums and we hit all the people
My killers they hungry and they finna eat you
If you want them grams, tell me where I can meet you
You want to get rich come to me and I'll teach you (I'll teach you)
She in love with the team, bitch I feel like a laker
When these bullets start flying I feel like Al-Qaeda
My niggas cooking up, like they was a cater
I kicked the hoe out cause I started to hate her
When I hit from the back, I start pulling her hair
Slide in our hood, bitch I double dare
I made her sit on this dick without using a chair
These bitches keep coming I can't even stop it
I run away when I hear walkie talkie
You ain't talking bout money, I'm switching the topic
I do not think twice, if I want it I cop it
Put that fye on his ass, now he look like a rocket
We got members and bitches riding in a stolo
My diamonds incredible, I feel like frozone
I hit from the back, like we got in a reck
She got a ass and a chest, but I'm wanting the neck
I slide on your block and my killers do the rest
We got tired of him so we put him to rest
We hop out on him with a double dick
I do not talk much and these bitches in love with it
We gon start airing shit out in the public
It's slimy season, do you dig what I'm saying
We put a red dot on him, he think he from Japan
She tryna fuck and I know she not playing
You ain't wanting no money, bitch I'm getting rubber-bands
I'm riding with killers and they want to gun a man
She suck it on camera, I'm feeling like Gunna man
I laugh to the bank cause this shit is hilarious
These bitches keep coming I can't even stop it
I run away when I hear walkie talkie
You ain't talking bout money, I'm switching the topic
I do not think twice, if I want it I cop it
Put that fye on his ass, now he look like a rocket
We got members and bitches riding in a stolo
My diamonds incredible, I feel like frozone
I run away when I hear walkie talkie
You ain't talking bout money, I'm switching the topic
I do not think twice, if I want it I cop it
Put that fye on his ass, now he look like a rocket
We got members and bitches riding in a stolo
My diamonds incredible, I feel like frozone
Put that mask on your face, we hitting like four homes
Got all types of guns like I put in the cheat code
You niggas in danger, if I slide with Lito
I can tell that you hoes, I can see through the peep hole
We sliding with drums and we hit all the people
My killers they hungry and they finna eat you
If you want them grams, tell me where I can meet you
You want to get rich come to me and I'll teach you (I'll teach you)
She in love with the team, bitch I feel like a laker
When these bullets start flying I feel like Al-Qaeda
My niggas cooking up, like they was a cater
I kicked the hoe out cause I started to hate her
When I hit from the back, I start pulling her hair
Slide in our hood, bitch I double dare
I made her sit on this dick without using a chair
These bitches keep coming I can't even stop it
I run away when I hear walkie talkie
You ain't talking bout money, I'm switching the topic
I do not think twice, if I want it I cop it
Put that fye on his ass, now he look like a rocket
We got members and bitches riding in a stolo
My diamonds incredible, I feel like frozone
I hit from the back, like we got in a reck
She got a ass and a chest, but I'm wanting the neck
I slide on your block and my killers do the rest
We got tired of him so we put him to rest
We hop out on him with a double dick
I do not talk much and these bitches in love with it
We gon start airing shit out in the public
It's slimy season, do you dig what I'm saying
We put a red dot on him, he think he from Japan
She tryna fuck and I know she not playing
You ain't wanting no money, bitch I'm getting rubber-bands
I'm riding with killers and they want to gun a man
She suck it on camera, I'm feeling like Gunna man
I laugh to the bank cause this shit is hilarious
These bitches keep coming I can't even stop it
I run away when I hear walkie talkie
You ain't talking bout money, I'm switching the topic
I do not think twice, if I want it I cop it
Put that fye on his ass, now he look like a rocket
We got members and bitches riding in a stolo
My diamonds incredible, I feel like frozone
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Writer(s): Seth Thompson
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