Nicholas Craven & Boldy James Jack Frost
[Intro]
Ch-ch-ch-ch-chyeah
Let me hit that
Mafia, what else?
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[Verse 1]
Fed bound, dancing with the devil in a red gown
Even if they arrest me, I bet that they won't catch me with my pants down
Rather go hand to hand handing them samps out
Before I'm ever begging for a hand out
Hand out the window serving clucks, nigga never took the scam route
Play with Blocks, I bring them sconey scams out
They might got a little fame now, but I remember they was fanned out
Game timing shit, but this ain't FanDuel
Quick to give a nigga angеl wings like he was sipping on a Red Bull
Forty strip a nigga of his manhood
Nеver suck or stroking on no ho, no, they can't live without him
They can say the most but that's one thing that they can't say about him
Made a lot of money off the street but most importantly
Don't play about my skrilla, know them killers, they don't play about him
Better go and catch up with your crowd before you catch a hollow
'Cause I'm too busy catching powder but my shooter trying to catch a body
[Chorus]
He got 'em two-for-one, framework for half-off
Mag light on the stick, but he always got the flash off
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, left the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top, made me wonder, what was his last thought?
[Post-Chorus]
Nephie just hit a lick, he dumped 'em on me half off (What's this, neph?)
I don't give no f..ck about no bitch, I get them quacks off (Get them quacky ducks)
This big MAC'll turn your brains into Mac Sauce, nigga (Jack god)
Way your baby be icing shit, they call him Jack Frost
[Verse 2]
Still ain't no lacking in the trap, I never slacked off
A nigga keep that back-up-off-me, niggas better back off (Back up off me)
Walk with a limp because my nuts heavy
I'm Dizzy Gillespie in Giuseppe with a bust Presi'
Dope changing colors from too much resin
My niggas accept me and whatever else that come with it (Blockworks)
Two thousand OJ in Florida, might let the sun kiss it
My son miss me so much, but he know I be drug dealing
Mud spilling out the pint, thought I was done tippin'
Even if I let her spend the night, it ain't no tongue kissing
Wouldn't wanna be him when I see him, same treatment go for who run with him
Better hope that nigga brought his gun with him
It's more deadly than the tail on a scorpion, these bullets poisonous, if it's a stain, you getting stung with him (Stain)
A shootout every other night, you don't know the feeling (Brrt)
I nicknamed my stepper Black Decker 'cause all he know is drilling (Blocks)
[Chorus]
He got 'em two-for-one, framework for half-off
Mag light on the stick, but he always got the flash off
Blinking out broad day, he took his mask off
Type to take the last shot, he ain't the type to pass off
Caught a hot one, left the 'spital, took his cast off
Money on your head, he quick to rip the tag off
Felt so much pain without picking the scabs off
When they took him up top, made me wonder, what was his last thought?
[Outro]
Took him upstairs
Seen it all, been through it all, yo
