A collab with my man Defi/Chittbrainz that didn't quite make it...so now you just get my verse...
Lyrics
Ya'll can't fool me now, I don't got ice...
To be cocky, hot, these rocks just cool me down/
Ya'll funny with dough, I toss money for show...
Frosty, the chains and the watch are twenty below/
Know's gotta be chosen, lucky for me...
I stay heated, or my whole body'd be frozen/
Drove through in a Avalanche, the chill factor...
Of the jewels, is like we rolled through with an avalanche/
Keep ten women at the spot, cause they flipped...
Heads spinnin when my rims kept spinnin when I stopped/
Been thru stellar hoes, I don't mess with chics...
Unless the bitch is dressed for swim suit center folds/
Touchy faggots, not much can trouble me...
Puffy status, in a hot tub with bubbley/
Cribs so exquisite, so many doors...
With rooms behind 'em I ain't even know existed/
Every week, catch me on a free-way in new cars...
Every week, catch me in a three-way with two broads/
Relayin you soft, you can step to me...
I bet you see three strays go through ya'll/
Oh, you good, but I'm better, aim for the sky...
Me I stay aimin for the hoods on ya sweaters/
Believe it, I gotta helluva pump, that dump shots...
Out of a barrel, longer than an elephants trunk/
Not that I should, but'll leave you barely alive breathin...
You can knock on wood when your buried alive weezin/
Huffin puffin, face is left pale...
Deaths breathin down your neck even, waitin to exhale/
Kal and I, from the gate knew you was fake...
Come at us sideways, we'll be shootin you straight/
Bless chumps with heatas if they jiggy or not...
Say hi to Biggie and Pac when you sent up to meet 'em!!
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