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I tell a bitch turn me up cause I made a new hit
Double cup get poured cause I'm way too lit
And you know I pop off cause I'm on my shit
Call me frost cause it's on my wrist
Ayy, ayy,
Hot sauce got the fire and the drip
Top dog when I ride in the whip
Won't talk if you cry like a bitch

I dream about money then triple it up
Her jeans won't fit, she wiggled it up
Her ass so fat, she backing it up
We make you a cripple my niggas are tough
Watch me go dribble I'm laying it up
Steezy the name and just give me the cup
See them f*ck niggas I don't say what's up
It's Frosty and Steez, we livin' it up

Livin' it up, put the drugs to the side
Don't talk to the snakes, that'll leave you and hide
I'm going up fast and I'm ready to climb
Yeah, I stay on my grind
Never stoppin', I don't make no excuses
They all rockin' when they hearin' my music
If makin' money is a language I'm fluent
Album droppin' soon as someone produce it

Okay, okay, give me my money I need it today
She lovin' this, ahh, beg me to stay
Callin' me William and this is my play I done did all the work, now it's time for the pay

It's time for my payment, feelin' amazing Ballin' like 2K, I'm 99 rated
Not gettin' traded, feelin' like Dame did Heatin' up quick and I'm beatin' the favorite

It's bigger than this, I want ice on my wrist
Two pockets, I'm fillin' we gon' get this shit
I wanted this shit since I was a jit
Me and Frosty, we get it, we getting it quick

I tell a bitch, turn me up, cause I made a new hit
Double cup, get poured, cause I'm way too lit
And you know I pop off, cause I'm on my shit
Call me Frost, cause it's on my wrist
Ayy, ayy, hot sauce got the fire and the drip
Top dog when I ride in the whip
Won't talk if you cry like a bitch

I got this rap shit, heatin' up quick like a kettle
Don't need no tricks, white boy fundamentals
Never wanna draw, got a score left to settle
Startin' up a war if you think that your my level
I been sippin' syrup with a soda
Coke, no cola, put him on a poster, yeah
Want smoke then you go into a coma
Pass me the controller, ball like Barcelona, yeah

She gave me a kiss yeah I'm feeling legit
This beat, it go harder than all of your fits
She said I don't love her I'm faking this shit
I pull up with your mother, you takin the piss
Nigga don't bother I'm hittin' a lick
And if shit doesn't work yeah I'm hitting it quick
Shit is so slimy it's making em sick
And the way that I flow, I feel like I'm picked

I don't need shit, I did it all on my own
Makin' heat off the rip, ayy

Blueberry colour my skates, none of my niggas are fake, yeah, okay,
I just been chasing my pay, Came from behind, now I'm winning the race, ayy

Addicted to making this cake, none of my niggas are fake
None of them fake

It's bigger than this, I want ice on my wrist
Two pockets, I'm filling we gon' get this shit
I wanted this shit since I was a jit
Me and Frosty we get it we getting it quick

I tell a bitch, turn me up, cause I made a new hit
Double cup get poured cause I'm way too lit
And you know I pop off, cause I'm on my shit
Call me Frost, cause it's on my wrist
Ayy, ayy
Hot sauce, got the fire and the drip
Top dog, when I ride in the whip
Won't talk if you cry like a bitch

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