Frozone

[Intro]
(Ayy, Heavy, turn that beat up, though)
Uh, hmm-hmm (Let the BandPlay), yup, hmm-hmm
These bitch-ass niggas doin all this mother* ***in talkin
I aint even doin no more talkin, it aint nothin to say, it aint nothin to talk about
This all you gon hear from me, hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Ha-ha-ha, thats what your bitch be hearing from the back when I be hitting from the back (Uh)
Hold on
Hold on, uh
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, hold on, uh
Ice on me cold like Im Frozone (Ice)
Cartier watch, hit up two-tone (Bling)
Shit on these niggas, they say, 'Scarr, you dead wrong' (Dead wrong)
We done made plays off a flip phone
Trappin and rappin, post up til it get gone (Get gone)
Like how he get signed off of two songs?
Only been rappin six months, it aint take long (Take long)
[Verse]
I ****ed the lil shawty, gotta cum on
Catch him in traffic, hit him up til the truck gone
Greedy lil bitch got her head gone
Send the airhead to get both of their head blown
Never ever, ever, would I go like that
Gotta know the game, checkers, nigga, not chess
Go against the gang, get your ass put to rest
A-1 drop, let the cops come and test
Came in raw, but I still remixed it
Pushin more weight than LA Fitness
Blow a light dub, bought some drip in Lenox
G-RAW shirt, one pack cost fifty
Hundred dollar lines just to **** up my kidney
Aint about the money,then nigga, I aint listenin
Ima slide every time, give a **** if it risky
Rich-ass nigga, still post in the trenches
Uh, yup, new opp dead, now the feds out to get me
Say he catch a body, but he know that shit fishy
If Im on the move, then yall not comin with me
God with his ass, next time, cant miss him
Hundred bills at the spot, gotta dismiss him
Automatic chopper, yeah, I shoot it with a rhythm
I could drop a bag, get em put up in the blender (Brr, brr, brr, brr)
Nigga talkin gas, who the **** got killed?
Would have been dead, but the feds got a tip
Valley Bank, J keep the HK still
Catch em down bad, Ima dump the whole clip
Give a **** about your man, get your best man killed
Feelin like the mayor, yeah, the man of the year
Had a clear shot, still hit me in the hip
Lightbulb diamonds, shinin like a chandelier
Maybach slidin, but Im ridin in the rear
All the opps dyin, its a celebration year
Diamonds, aint these see-through, crystal clear?
Yeah, I signed a deal, that dont mean Im in the clear
Still hop out with the chopper, make a nigga disappear
Was ridin steamer, now Im flyin in the Lear
So Icy Gang, make a bitch say, 'Brr'
[Chorus]
Uh, uh, hold on, uh
Ice on me cold like Im Frozone (Uh)
Cartier watch, hit up two-tone
Shit on these niggas, they say, 'Scarr, you dead wrong'
We done made plays off a flip phone
Trappin and rappin, post up til it get gone
Like how he get signed off of two songs?
Only been rappin six months, it aint take long