| I feel like Teezo, I’m back on that bullshit
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| If you talk reckless, then empty the full clip
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| I don’t sip no lean and I don’t pop no bars
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| Shorty, she on me, she think I’m a star
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| I’m chasing this money, I really can’t stop
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| All these bitches wan' suck on my cock
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| If she cannot pay me, I don’t want the top
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| Frosty, he blowin', he cannot be stopped
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| Look, ayy, I hit that ho from the back
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| I don’t love her, shit is wack
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| Catch me at Barney’s, I’m spending them racks
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| I make a withdraw, then I’m back to the rap
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| Bitches, they on me, they just wanna flex
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| Them broke boys, they hatin' 'cause Frosty up next
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| I only take cash, I don’t want no checks
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| Go peep my numbers, I’m at all y’all necks
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| Woah, look
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| I pull up, big body Benz
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| Fuck that little bitch and her friend
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| Frosty, he winnin', he did it again
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| The way that I’m comin', it should be a sin
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| You broke as hell, boy, you need to relax
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| I spent your rent money, all up in sacks
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| I’m not really trippin', I’ll get it right back
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| He need a verse, you know I’ma tax
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| You know I’ma stunt, you know I’m the best
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| I peeped your last song and I know you stressed
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| You ain’t getting money, boy, stop with the flex
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| I feel like I’m Lonzo, I know I’m up next
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| Used to get hated then counting it out
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| Your pockets, they empty, it look like a drought
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| Call up your bitch, tell her I want the mouth
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| Frosty, he blowin' from north to the south |