[Verse 1: Lil Dell]
I need a couple M's if I sign a deal (Sign a deal)
My nigga bond three quarters of a mil'
I know some niggas hit the road just to steal (Just to steal)
I know some niggas sending loads from the hills
I know some niggas comin' home on appeals
Told my bitch I wanna fuck, I'm comin' home on a pill (On a pill)
You knew what it was, you supposed to keep it real (Keep it real)
Get that shit in blood or get it how you live
[Verse 2: Frozonee]
Frozonee, bitch, you better chill
It's Frozonee, bitch, bitch, this shit for real (Woah, woah)
I'm steady poppin' Percocets, I make her feel me
I go by Frozonee, bitch, this the real me
Foreign bitch ook like she Kaepernick, lil' sister made her kneel
He had to post up in the bricks, I'm on the block just like Shaquille
On F and Strong, we get it on, you think I'm cappin', ask Lil Bill
Bitch, leave me 'lone, don't call my phone, I got a play, no time to chill
[Verse 3: Lil Dell]
Came in the game, I'm tryna leave a mark (Leave a mark)
Went on a chase, I gotta lead the narcs (Lead the narcs)
If I catch a case, I gotta beat the charge (Beat the charge)
They was tryna add a case, I'm tryna beat the odds (Beat the odds, yeah, yeah)
I've been chillin', don't know how they aggravate the charge
I ain't trippin', but I hope the rap game take me far
They ain't seen me in a minute, guess I made it far
He dive in that water, now he hangin' with the sharks
[Verse 4: Frozonee]
Fourth of July, we shoot them bitches 'til we see a spark (Gang)
She fucked me while I had a bitch, she know to play her part
And she gon' fuck my brother too 'cause he gon' play his cards
That lil' ho know better not to play me if that ho was smart
I used to tote on the .380, quick to flame a star
Even though she ridin' with her baby, she gon' take the charge
[Verse 5: Lil Dell]
He up them AR pistols like he play guitar, shooting star
He'll crash a nigga, this right here a star, pull lil' man card
Send some bullets to your brain, make you stop for lookin' hard
[Verse 6: Frozonee]
Them crackers snatchin' up the bros and kickin' doors 'cause we them niggas
If you wan' book me for a show, I need a bow, pull up at dealer
It wasn't no practice with Coach Avery, we gon' post up at the Fricker
I pray to God that they free all my niggas
Niggas snitchin' on the squad, cut 'em off, delete the pictures
I been X-ing niggas out just for to see the bigger picture
I had the whole gang up in this bitch, they chasin' us like liquor
I need a couple M's if I sign a deal (Sign a deal)
My nigga bond three quarters of a mil'
I know some niggas hit the road just to steal (Just to steal)
I know some niggas sending loads from the hills
I know some niggas comin' home on appeals
Told my bitch I wanna fuck, I'm comin' home on a pill (On a pill)
You knew what it was, you supposed to keep it real (Keep it real)
Get that shit in blood or get it how you live
[Verse 2: Frozonee]
Frozonee, bitch, you better chill
It's Frozonee, bitch, bitch, this shit for real (Woah, woah)
I'm steady poppin' Percocets, I make her feel me
I go by Frozonee, bitch, this the real me
Foreign bitch ook like she Kaepernick, lil' sister made her kneel
He had to post up in the bricks, I'm on the block just like Shaquille
On F and Strong, we get it on, you think I'm cappin', ask Lil Bill
Bitch, leave me 'lone, don't call my phone, I got a play, no time to chill
[Verse 3: Lil Dell]
Came in the game, I'm tryna leave a mark (Leave a mark)
Went on a chase, I gotta lead the narcs (Lead the narcs)
If I catch a case, I gotta beat the charge (Beat the charge)
They was tryna add a case, I'm tryna beat the odds (Beat the odds, yeah, yeah)
I've been chillin', don't know how they aggravate the charge
I ain't trippin', but I hope the rap game take me far
They ain't seen me in a minute, guess I made it far
He dive in that water, now he hangin' with the sharks
[Verse 4: Frozonee]
Fourth of July, we shoot them bitches 'til we see a spark (Gang)
She fucked me while I had a bitch, she know to play her part
And she gon' fuck my brother too 'cause he gon' play his cards
That lil' ho know better not to play me if that ho was smart
I used to tote on the .380, quick to flame a star
Even though she ridin' with her baby, she gon' take the charge
[Verse 5: Lil Dell]
He up them AR pistols like he play guitar, shooting star
He'll crash a nigga, this right here a star, pull lil' man card
Send some bullets to your brain, make you stop for lookin' hard
[Verse 6: Frozonee]
Them crackers snatchin' up the bros and kickin' doors 'cause we them niggas
If you wan' book me for a show, I need a bow, pull up at dealer
It wasn't no practice with Coach Avery, we gon' post up at the Fricker
I pray to God that they free all my niggas
Niggas snitchin' on the squad, cut 'em off, delete the pictures
I been X-ing niggas out just for to see the bigger picture
I had the whole gang up in this bitch, they chasin' us like liquor
( Frozonee )
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