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[Intro]
Woah, Frozone
Woah

[Verse]
Yeah, I hit your b*tch at the hotel (At the hotel)
It's giving wings with the Rotel (Rotel)
Spot got hit, now we trappin’ out the motel (Out the motel)
Big body, Maybach V12 driving like a Chevy (Woah, woah, I just need my space), every quarter make a fish tale (Skrrt)
And I got 'bows, what's a fish scale? Hit a n*gga up, now they hollerin’ out, "Get well" (Oh well)
I'ma let it slide, he don't see well, spraying in your car, that's a Double R detail (Get 'em up out of here)
And we got 'bows on retail, yeah, they way chеaper if you tryna get a whole salе (Get 'em up out of here)
This chain on my neck like a wishing well, cappin' in your rap, n*gga livin’ in the fairytale (Cap)
Mink fur on me, yeah, it came from a polar bear, jackin’ all trades, I ain't playin’ fair (No)
Rich-ass n*gga long way from the Wayfair, now I hit the mall buyin' Moncler (Dope)
Take somethin', n*gga, I dare you, to these rap n*ggas I cannot compare (Uh-uh)
We done sold heroine right, n*gga, we strapped (Yeah)
n*gga want smoke, you want war with the clan (Yeah)
Drip, water my neck like a faucet (Drip, splash)
High-speed the narcs with the Glock, I ain't tossin’ (Brrt)
Dripped in high fashion, you know this sh*t cost me (Yeah)
Really 'bout action, these n*ggas just talkin' (These n*ggas just talkin', huh, b*tch-ass n*gga)
Get off of my blunt, the boy, he got me coughin' (The boy got me coughin')
Ask your homeboy how it feel in a coffin (How it feel in a coffin)
pus*y fired gang, leave his ass to the cross (Leave his ass to the cross)
That money good, but them bags gettin' off (Yeah, yeah)
These n*ggas rats, tryna pay this sh*t off
I got out the way, turned myself to a boss (Yeah), now I get on the beat and get paid just to walk (Just to walk)
I can't reply to the rumors, they false (No)
If a opp die, they gon' say it's my fault (What?)
I creep, but I brag on the sh*t that I bought (Uh-uh)
I'm taxin', yeah, b*tch, I need ten just to talk (Yeah)
n*gga talk down on my name for the clout
I make it look easy, I'm the reason they rap (I'm the reason they rap)
Keep posted at the trap, get it in, get it out (Get it in, get it out)
Street 'fore the industry, I can't adapt (I can't adapt)
These rap n*ggas lame, no, I can't give 'em dap (Yeah)
My lil' b*tch, she gangster, my Glock in her passion (My Glock in her passion)
Said I would dose with them Percs, I relapsed (I relapsed)
Get high off my mind 'til my body collapse (My body collapse)
Don't shoot out no car, we pull up and hop out (Hop out)
Classy and nasty, I slipped the ho out (Slipped the ho out)
Read to the plug, he told me, "No more droughts" (No more droughts)
If I'm on the stage, then the Glock on my car (The Glock on my car)
If I'm in her DM, my di*k in her mouth (di*k in her mouth)
I hit a opp BM, now he want some clout (Now he want some clout)
Reach by the AM, might put that ho out (Put that ho out)
You reach for this chain, we gon' shoot up the crowd (We gon' shoot up the crowd)
Speak on a wax, you get whacked just for runnin' your mouth (Woah, woah), boy, don't get whacked 'bout no petty sh*t (Woah)
Don't think 'cause I rap I won't get with this sh*t and bah-baow, might do a drill in my jewelry
Dracos and carbons, got choppers on choppers on choppers and my handgun got a coolin' kit
n*ggas still solid, but don't know what to do with it, I got a point, but I ain't provin' it (I ain't provin' it, nah)
[Outro]
Gang (No, yeah, no)
Let's go (Let's go)
Let's go (Let's go)
Been done time
Big Grim Reaper Gang, snatch your soul, can't get your soul back
Let's go