Frost Bite
Aye
G3
Look
On the roll with my niggas, got this nigga lookin' dead
Bad bitch in my dms, finna ask her for some head
Niggas weird, I wonder why, always askin' 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 to say, at this point, just stop talkin'
Nigga dissin' on my name, he finna end up in a grave
She be getting on my nerves, she be playin', that's okay
Choppa do a nigga dirty, I'm with the shit, he a slave
Tryna run up on a nigga, let me tell you, he ain't brave
I be hoppin' on the mic, niggas hate, I don't listen
I be puttin' niggas on, why he askin' for permission
Like, why he askin' for permission
He should've known he wasn't gon' get it
DOLO
Why niggas tryna regulate, they not the top dog
I be doing extra with the shit, I really pop off
But when it come to that pape, I don't play at all
Feel like Mike Jack 'cause this shit is comin' off the wall
I be aimin' at the top 'cause I'm really tryna blast off
Laid 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 taking any favors
I'm always loyal to my bitch, I ain't never been a player
I'm always talkin' to my bitch, I'm finna see you niggas later
Like if 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 no big benji, I don't wanna hang
Always bringing all that heat, I'm always hyping niggas up
I'm finna put that nigga on, but he actin' like a punk
Caught that always lackin', finna make that nigga jump
I'm be settin' niggas but he actin' like a 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 my phone
That nigga always talkin' crazy, he better watch his fuckin' tone
I don't care about that bitch, I'm always stayin' in my zone
I be makin' all these jokes, why you bitches on my dick
Tryna break into my crib, I'm finna hit you with the stick
What I do for a living? I'm just really tryna spit
I'm really rappin' on this bitch, and I'm really with the shit, nigga
G3
Look
On the roll with my niggas, got this nigga lookin' dead
Bad bitch in my dms, finna ask her for some head
Niggas weird, I wonder why, always askin' 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 to say, at this point, just stop talkin'
Nigga dissin' on my name, he finna end up in a grave
She be getting on my nerves, she be playin', that's okay
Choppa do a nigga dirty, I'm with the shit, he a slave
Tryna run up on a nigga, let me tell you, he ain't brave
I be hoppin' on the mic, niggas hate, I don't listen
I be puttin' niggas on, why he askin' for permission
Like, why he askin' for permission
He should've known he wasn't gon' get it
DOLO
Why niggas tryna regulate, they not the top dog
I be doing extra with the shit, I really pop off
But when it come to that pape, I don't play at all
Feel like Mike Jack 'cause this shit is comin' off the wall
I be aimin' at the top 'cause I'm really tryna blast off
Laid 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 taking any favors
I'm always loyal to my bitch, I ain't never been a player
I'm always talkin' to my bitch, I'm finna see you niggas later
Like if 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 no big benji, I don't wanna hang
Always bringing all that heat, I'm always hyping niggas up
I'm finna put that nigga on, but he actin' like a punk
Caught that always lackin', finna make that nigga jump
I'm be settin' niggas but he actin' like a 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 my phone
That nigga always talkin' crazy, he better watch his fuckin' tone
I don't care about that bitch, I'm always stayin' in my zone
I be makin' all these jokes, why you bitches on my dick
Tryna break into my crib, I'm finna hit you with the stick
What I do for a living? I'm just really tryna spit
I'm really rappin' on this bitch, and I'm really with the shit, nigga
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