Jack Frost

(Shit, that's a Danny G beat, Getta Beats)
Ayy

I can turn a cash in to a cashed out
Use to be the little man to 'em
I can brag now
Tapped in like Wi-Fi, I don't lag out
Push to start just to get us
Warm and then I stab out
It ain't too many like me, I'm a rare breed
Did I mention when I heard your
Song it made my ear bleed?
Say the word then it coming like a stampede
Told your bitch to ignore your
Call so we can proceed
Went to sleep feeling like the shit
I woke up at two
Man, I seen that roll before, that is not new
Glock-10 and bald headed
Hit 'em with a Caillou
Sick of this fake shit around, you a achoo

Huh
Rock and ride with this Drac', I'll pop you
BabyTron, I could shoot the bag
Or I could lob 'oops
Sniper finna come headshot if he spot you
Pikachu, put the beam on you then I shock you
Finna drop a chain off the phones, bitch
I'm Jack Frost
No PornHub, I'm in Sprint getting jacks off
Feel like Trae Young
Shooting threes out the Trackhawk
He tried to lock the door
Pulled up and shot his latch off
You buffed up but in the same fit
You a action figure
Probably some expensive-ass brand if
I tag my picture 201, this a magic trick
I'm a scamming wizard
On 9 mile, tell the plug meet me at Dequindre

Too skinny but the pockets fat
I got backwards denim
If he live when we pop him up
Meet him at the spittle
Bitch, we SBDSM if you acronym it
Tryna spin a 2021, I done crashed the Civic
Punch like a Saiyan, fuck around
Might Kamehameha it
Got a blaster in my UFO, I'm a Space Invader
I'll blow a twenty up at Lennox
You a paper saver where the fuck my yum yum
Sauce? Finna chase the waiter
She could probably be a teacher
Still wouldn't miss the bitch
I'll cut the green beam on
I ain't missing shit
I'm in NY with Donnie Bands
On a business trip
Ride around with a hunnid tools
We ain't fixing shit

Yo bodies higher than yo height
I ain't licking shit
But I heard you still want the D
On some Pimpin shit
Hmm, man, the chop Bruce Lee
It got kick and shit
Tell my bitch she wake up to a gift
On some Christmas shit

SB, we one up to Mike, this the 4-Peat
Lando big turnt
Fucked around and dropped his fourth piece
Court side
Paid four figures for some floor seats
Road running on the inner state
Heading northeast

Bitch asked what I do
Same thing as Kimbo Slice
Lil' Chrome on my heart now
But it's been on ice
Twenty Glocks on the opp block, brodie
Dim yo lights
If it's up, it's forever stuck, boy
It's been on sight