The Ice Box
Cheezus
"Hey man what is this?"
"It's, it's me!"
Catch me smokin' in the ocean, gettin' high as can be
And sometimes it's only me, no more smokin' with my fleet
Fuck the police, y'all ass worse as can be
I hate you stupid niggas, y'all just dumb as can be
I'll be smokin' on my weed for eternity
The Frozen Fang fraternity is clean as can be
All these hatin' niggas mad cause they girl want that D
And if you think I'm lyin', go and check my I.G. (Bitch)
Bitch, I ain't goin' to lie, you fools ain't fuckin' with me
You talkin' shit on Twitter 'til I favorite your Tweet
Remember that shit next time you see me (You bitch!)
Some say my music sucks and I be lookin' like "Really?"
I don't do shit but tell the truth to your city
I'ma suck her titties whether they big or itty-bitty
All she want to do is just fuck and kick it with me
I'm smokin' while I'm loafin', catch me high in your city
No I don't say "Hi", I just get high with my niggas
Random folks call my phone like "Wulf, you killin' 'em"
I say, "How you get my number?"
"It's on facebook chillin'" (Damn)
"I appreciate your support, my nigga"
I hang up the phone and roll a blunt little bigger
I sit back and relax and then I paint another picture
I used to smoke Swishers but I quit that, bruh
Quit buying flavored Swishers, that shit bad for your blood
Now I'm on the natural Dutch Master (Ah)
Or a Backwood, it don't matter which one (Smoke)
Catch me out eatin' good, havin' some fun
Fuck niggas talk shit but see me and run
Don't you ever think I'm weak, I power up like Trunks
Better yet, I'm like his daddy when I fuck somethin' up
I don't have any patience for a foolish one
I'll swing my blade once then go smoke me a blunt (Bitch)
Hell nah, Hell nah, Hell nah, Hell nah
Hell nah, Hell to the fuckin' Hell to the nah
Hell nah, Hell nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Oh, Hell to the nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Hell nah, Hell nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Oh, Hell to the nah, Hell nah, hell nah
Oh, Hell to the nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Oh, Hell to the fuckin' nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Hell nah, Hell nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Oh, Hell to the nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Hell nah, Hell nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Bitch, Hell to the nah
You ain't fuckin' with me, dog (Cut, slice, slash)
Cut, slice, slash, I
Slice, cut, slash, I
Bitch
"Hey man what is this?"
"It's, it's me!"
Catch me smokin' in the ocean, gettin' high as can be
And sometimes it's only me, no more smokin' with my fleet
Fuck the police, y'all ass worse as can be
I hate you stupid niggas, y'all just dumb as can be
I'll be smokin' on my weed for eternity
The Frozen Fang fraternity is clean as can be
All these hatin' niggas mad cause they girl want that D
And if you think I'm lyin', go and check my I.G. (Bitch)
Bitch, I ain't goin' to lie, you fools ain't fuckin' with me
You talkin' shit on Twitter 'til I favorite your Tweet
Remember that shit next time you see me (You bitch!)
Some say my music sucks and I be lookin' like "Really?"
I don't do shit but tell the truth to your city
I'ma suck her titties whether they big or itty-bitty
All she want to do is just fuck and kick it with me
I'm smokin' while I'm loafin', catch me high in your city
No I don't say "Hi", I just get high with my niggas
Random folks call my phone like "Wulf, you killin' 'em"
I say, "How you get my number?"
"It's on facebook chillin'" (Damn)
"I appreciate your support, my nigga"
I hang up the phone and roll a blunt little bigger
I sit back and relax and then I paint another picture
I used to smoke Swishers but I quit that, bruh
Quit buying flavored Swishers, that shit bad for your blood
Now I'm on the natural Dutch Master (Ah)
Or a Backwood, it don't matter which one (Smoke)
Catch me out eatin' good, havin' some fun
Fuck niggas talk shit but see me and run
Don't you ever think I'm weak, I power up like Trunks
Better yet, I'm like his daddy when I fuck somethin' up
I don't have any patience for a foolish one
I'll swing my blade once then go smoke me a blunt (Bitch)
Hell nah, Hell nah, Hell nah, Hell nah
Hell nah, Hell to the fuckin' Hell to the nah
Hell nah, Hell nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Oh, Hell to the nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Hell nah, Hell nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Oh, Hell to the nah, Hell nah, hell nah
Oh, Hell to the nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Oh, Hell to the fuckin' nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Hell nah, Hell nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Oh, Hell to the nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Hell nah, Hell nah, oh, Hell to the nah
Bitch, Hell to the nah
You ain't fuckin' with me, dog (Cut, slice, slash)
Cut, slice, slash, I
Slice, cut, slash, I
Bitch
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Writer(s): Xavier Beard
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