Blizzard Talk

Yeah, this the type of time we on now, ain't gon lie
What up Getta?
(What up Stan? What up TrDee? What up Art?)
Yeah, I'm in that one bag now, I ain't gon lie
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ShittyBoyz

Shut up, let that pape talk
Shut up, watch me take off
This ain't that, if it's up, take his face off
Swear I'm on fire but the shirt say "Off"
Big hemi, Tony Hawk, finna skate off
Hundred dollar, bitch I drip steak sauce
Throw a dub in your face, cause I ain't lost
Got it off the fraud, I ain't moving weight off
500 dollar method, that's a PDF
500 dollar giffy out of CVS
500 dollar bank plays, shout out TCF
Wouldn't throw a jab this way, that's an EMS
Huh, give that boy some easy rest
Amiri jeans, Fendi tee that's an easy flex
Yeah your baby on fire, feel like Weezy F
Bro in the kitchen with the-ey thought Jeezy back
Bro flying round with that pistol like he Han Solo
With a hundred killers, you will not catch Tron solo
Some opps in the bitch, I done rock Polo
Feeling like Tony with that 9 on me, I am not Romo
Think it's glue in the air cause it's stuck with it
This a big ass Dior, don't get thumped with it
Yeah I had a JanSport, but I jumped in it
Dee, how the fuck you make ten in one minute?
No haters, we shall prosper
Hundred dollar mac'n'cheese cause it's full of lobster
Trap like Bahamas cause this bitch full of Rastas
No biker club but the spot full of choppers
Big sticks and the shells like Donatello
Ball should be my last name, I am not LaMelo
Lala type bitch, feelin' like Carmelo
Slime talk, think I'mma finna come snotty bezel
These are hundred dollar sneaks, back up
Why the fuck are you broke and you act tough?
I'm the punch god, 20 jacks stacked up
It's finna be a cold summer, you can ask
018, me and Dee, we was runnin' missions
Free, for that pape I got tunnel vision
Big hustle, fast break, I run the chicken
Put twenty on his head like "yup, he missing"
I'm up one at all times, no I'm up fifty
Mean mug when I'm out, they can't fuck with me
With the jackboys, they be like "yup get me"
I'm with the jackboys, yeah bitch come get me
I do fraud and hit the mall, yeah my life boring
Lob the oop up to Stan, I don't like scoring
I had 'em sick, I was ballin', Mike Jordan
Fake ID say George, I punch like Foreman
Bro play with hard, used to hit the hardwood
Bitch ask what's my skill, I crack cards good
I ain't touch a single gram, bitch this all juugs
Would say I'm the source but we all plugged
Boy they hate when I win but I can't blame 'em
Ride around with two sticks, that's a Playstation
You a super-ham, boy no I can't save him
This some big-ass drip, no they can't strain him
Blocking hams, Ben Wallace, feel like '04
Lil bro like Hellboy, keep a blow torch
The patience I have for pape is so short
Bro lowkey keep a hammer, he don't know Thor
MVP shit, yeah I'm gon' score
Blue strip papercuts, my shit so sore
Bitch lean for a kiss, like no whore
Remember all the meals, I don't take 'em no more