Jack Frost
Ch-ch-ch-ch-chyeah let me go
Mafia, what else? (Let me go)
Two, 27 (let me give my deepest thought you)
Fed bound, dancing with the devil in a red gown
Even if they arrest (let me go)
I bet that they won't catch with my pants down
Rather go hand to hand, handing them samps out (let me go)
Before I'm ever begging for a hand out
Hand out the window serving clucks
Nigga never took the scam route (let me go)
Play with blocks, I bring them sconey scams out
They might got a little fame now
But I remember they was fanned out (let me give my all to you)
Game timing shit but this ain't fan duel
Quick to give a nigga angel wings
Like he was sipping on a Red Bull
40 strip a nigga of his manhood
Never suck or stroking on no hoe
No, they can't live without him (let me go)
They can say the most
But that's one thing that they can't say about him
Made a lot of money off the street but most importantly
Don't play about my skrilla (let me go)
Know them killers, they don't play about me
Better go and catch up with your crowd before you catch a hollow (let me go)
'Cause I'm too busy catching powder
But my shooter trying to catch a body
He got 'em two for one, framework for half off
Mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off (woo-ooh)
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, at the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top
Made me wonder what was his last thoughts
Nephie just hit a lick, he dumped them on me half off
Don't give no fuck about no bitch, I get them quacks off
This Big Mac'll turn your brains into Mac Sauce, nigga (jack guy)
Why your baby be icing shit, they call him Jack Frost? (Let me give my inner soul to you)
Still ain't no lacking in the trap, I never slacked off
A nigga keep that back-up-off, niggas better back off
Walk with a limp because my nuts heavy (let me go)
I'm Dizzy Gillespie in Giuseppe with a bust prezi
Dope changing colors from too much resin (let me go)
My niggas accept me and whatever else that come with it
2000 OJ in Florida, might let the sun kiss (let me give my inner soul to you)
My son miss me so much but he know I be drug dealing
Mud spilling out the pint, thought I was done tipping
Even if I let her spend the night, it ain't no tongue kissing
Wouldn't wanna be 'em when I see 'em
Same treatment go for who run with him (let me go)
Better hope that nigga brought his gun with him
It's more deadly than the tail of a scorpion (let me go)
These bullets poison, if it's a stain, you getting stung with him
A shootout every other night, you don't know the feeling (let me give my inner soul to you)
I nicknamed my stepper Black & Decker cause all he know is drilling
He got 'em two-for-one, framework for half off
Mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off (let me give my inner soul to you)
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, at the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off (let me give my inner soul to you)
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top (let me give my inner soul to you)
Made me wonder what was his last thought
Took him upstairs
Baby, open up my eyes
Seen it all, been through it all, yo
Mafia, what else? (Let me go)
Two, 27 (let me give my deepest thought you)
Fed bound, dancing with the devil in a red gown
Even if they arrest (let me go)
I bet that they won't catch with my pants down
Rather go hand to hand, handing them samps out (let me go)
Before I'm ever begging for a hand out
Hand out the window serving clucks
Nigga never took the scam route (let me go)
Play with blocks, I bring them sconey scams out
They might got a little fame now
But I remember they was fanned out (let me give my all to you)
Game timing shit but this ain't fan duel
Quick to give a nigga angel wings
Like he was sipping on a Red Bull
40 strip a nigga of his manhood
Never suck or stroking on no hoe
No, they can't live without him (let me go)
They can say the most
But that's one thing that they can't say about him
Made a lot of money off the street but most importantly
Don't play about my skrilla (let me go)
Know them killers, they don't play about me
Better go and catch up with your crowd before you catch a hollow (let me go)
'Cause I'm too busy catching powder
But my shooter trying to catch a body
He got 'em two for one, framework for half off
Mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off (woo-ooh)
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, at the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top
Made me wonder what was his last thoughts
Nephie just hit a lick, he dumped them on me half off
Don't give no fuck about no bitch, I get them quacks off
This Big Mac'll turn your brains into Mac Sauce, nigga (jack guy)
Why your baby be icing shit, they call him Jack Frost? (Let me give my inner soul to you)
Still ain't no lacking in the trap, I never slacked off
A nigga keep that back-up-off, niggas better back off
Walk with a limp because my nuts heavy (let me go)
I'm Dizzy Gillespie in Giuseppe with a bust prezi
Dope changing colors from too much resin (let me go)
My niggas accept me and whatever else that come with it
2000 OJ in Florida, might let the sun kiss (let me give my inner soul to you)
My son miss me so much but he know I be drug dealing
Mud spilling out the pint, thought I was done tipping
Even if I let her spend the night, it ain't no tongue kissing
Wouldn't wanna be 'em when I see 'em
Same treatment go for who run with him (let me go)
Better hope that nigga brought his gun with him
It's more deadly than the tail of a scorpion (let me go)
These bullets poison, if it's a stain, you getting stung with him
A shootout every other night, you don't know the feeling (let me give my inner soul to you)
I nicknamed my stepper Black & Decker cause all he know is drilling
He got 'em two-for-one, framework for half off
Mag light on the stick but he always got the flash off
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off (let me give my inner soul to you)
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, at the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off (let me give my inner soul to you)
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top (let me give my inner soul to you)
Made me wonder what was his last thought
Took him upstairs
Baby, open up my eyes
Seen it all, been through it all, yo
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Writer(s): James Clay Jones, Nicholas Craven
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