Frost Bite
Aye
G3
Look
On the roll wit' my niggas, got this nigga lookin' dead
Bad bitch in my DMs, finna ask her for some head
Niggas weird I wonder why, always asking for some bread
Got this pole on my hip, got this nigga put in bed
Why these niggas on my dick, that don't matter, I be ballin'
Tryna play a nigga emotions, you ain't slick i'm finna solve it
I be chillin at the crib, why this bitch always be callin'
She got nothin nice say, at this point just stop talkin'
Nigga dissin on my name he finna end up in a grave
She be gettin on my nerves, she be playing, that's okay
Choppa do a nigga dirty, i'm wit' the shit, he a slave
Tryna run up on a nigga, lemme tell you, he ain't brave
I be hoppin on the mic, niggas hate I don't listen
I be putting niggas on, why he asking for permission
Like why he asking for permission
He should've known he wasn't gon' get it
DOLO
Why niggas tryna regulate, they not the top dog
I be doin' extra with the shit, I really pop off
But when it come to that pape, I don't play at all
Feel like Mic Jack cause this shit is coming off the wall
I be aimin' at the top cause i'm really tryna blast off
Lay this nigga down cause he playin on my down fall
To let you know, I don't bang, so don't be thinking that i'm soft
Niggas steady talkin shit but i'm really finna pop off
My nigga DOLO on that shit, steady tryna get this paper
Niggas fake, I don't play, I ain't takin any favors
I'm always loyal to my bitch, I ain't never been a player
I'm always talking to my bitch, i'm finna see you niggas later
Like if it ain't about the chip, then why conversate
IRL, Antisocial, that's what I would bang
Call up G3, he bring the heat, you niggas know the name
You ain't bringing in no big benjis, I don't wanna hang
Always bringin' all that heat, i'm always hypin' niggas up
I'm finna put that nigga on but he actin like a punk
Catch that nigga always lackin', finna make that nigga jump
I be setting niggas up but he actin like a chump
What the fuck that nigga mean, i'm tryna put that nigga on
I be staying at the crib cause i'm always on the phone
That nigga always talkin crazy, he better watch his fuckin' tone
I don't care about that bitch, i'm always staying in my zone
I be making all these jokes, why you bitches on my dick
Tryna break into my crib, i'm finna hit you wit' this stick
What I do for a living? I'm just really tryna spit
I'm really rappin on this bitch and i'm really wit' the shit, Nigga
G3
Look
On the roll wit' my niggas, got this nigga lookin' dead
Bad bitch in my DMs, finna ask her for some head
Niggas weird I wonder why, always asking for some bread
Got this pole on my hip, got this nigga put in bed
Why these niggas on my dick, that don't matter, I be ballin'
Tryna play a nigga emotions, you ain't slick i'm finna solve it
I be chillin at the crib, why this bitch always be callin'
She got nothin nice say, at this point just stop talkin'
Nigga dissin on my name he finna end up in a grave
She be gettin on my nerves, she be playing, that's okay
Choppa do a nigga dirty, i'm wit' the shit, he a slave
Tryna run up on a nigga, lemme tell you, he ain't brave
I be hoppin on the mic, niggas hate I don't listen
I be putting niggas on, why he asking for permission
Like why he asking for permission
He should've known he wasn't gon' get it
DOLO
Why niggas tryna regulate, they not the top dog
I be doin' extra with the shit, I really pop off
But when it come to that pape, I don't play at all
Feel like Mic Jack cause this shit is coming off the wall
I be aimin' at the top cause i'm really tryna blast off
Lay this nigga down cause he playin on my down fall
To let you know, I don't bang, so don't be thinking that i'm soft
Niggas steady talkin shit but i'm really finna pop off
My nigga DOLO on that shit, steady tryna get this paper
Niggas fake, I don't play, I ain't takin any favors
I'm always loyal to my bitch, I ain't never been a player
I'm always talking to my bitch, i'm finna see you niggas later
Like if it ain't about the chip, then why conversate
IRL, Antisocial, that's what I would bang
Call up G3, he bring the heat, you niggas know the name
You ain't bringing in no big benjis, I don't wanna hang
Always bringin' all that heat, i'm always hypin' niggas up
I'm finna put that nigga on but he actin like a punk
Catch that nigga always lackin', finna make that nigga jump
I be setting niggas up but he actin like a chump
What the fuck that nigga mean, i'm tryna put that nigga on
I be staying at the crib cause i'm always on the phone
That nigga always talkin crazy, he better watch his fuckin' tone
I don't care about that bitch, i'm always staying in my zone
I be making all these jokes, why you bitches on my dick
Tryna break into my crib, i'm finna hit you wit' this stick
What I do for a living? I'm just really tryna spit
I'm really rappin on this bitch and i'm really wit' the shit, Nigga
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