FROST FAC3

Tryna make my wrist frost face,
Yo chick she on my neck cross face,
Cop me Polo Ralph, no Wale,
Only OG's up in the party,
Tryna make my wrist frost face,
Yo chick she on my neck cross face,
Cop me Polo Ralph, no Wale,
Only OG's up in the party,

Yo bitch she on my wood, parquet,
She suck at her job, sloppy,
Employee of the month, obvi,
It's a reason why you hired you that shawty,I been
Right here in here hood where they killing,
Live here so long that I made friends with all these villains,
Ain't with the gang but I slanged bags to your children,
Also part of the reason for no ceilings,
Sick and tired of the fake news,
Made chess moves no voodoo,
Need a Gucci belt that's too true,
And my garage need two coupes,
I been thru the worst I need couple bands with me,
I keep me some loud and it's singing like it's Whitney,
This shit disrespectful white bitch like Britney,
Bitch, I'm bout my figures don't forget it,
Bitch, i run it up like I Cheque it,
Bitch, three eyes don't you forget it.

Tryna make my wrist frost face,
Yo chick she on my neck cross face,
Cop me Polo Ralph, no Wale,
Only OG's up in the party,
Tryna make my wrist frost face,
Yo chick she on my neck cross face,
Cop me Polo Ralph, no Wale,
Only OG's up in the party,



Credits
Writer(s): Euden Timothy Oliphant, Garthwynn Henry Rooi
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