Lyrics TROUBLE - Frio Gio

Just woke up in a 4 door
I look outside they takin' photos
I gotta get outta the lot
And they don't peep the flow tho
I stay with gadgets like I'm gogo
They seein' me eatin' a lot
Eatin' Wendy's 4 for 4
But when these .44's hit your bro bro
We cleanin' and leavin' the spot
Beatin' me that's a no no
I'm comin' back just like a yo-yo
I'm reachin' the tippity top
Yeah I'm chasin' my goals fillin' up Chase is my goal
Olympics how I chase the gold I'm frio I'm cold
But I still got heat that I hold controlling my lane on the road
Ctrl-B I'm bold we sendin' shots ain't talkin' vodka
Shells on me it ain't no pasta stack like lasagna
They accord that I'm the best and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Honda
My bank is like a lineman bank colossal titan
On the court I'm making three pointers like I'm a trident
Shot wet like Poseidon plumber how I'm pipin'
And she get to suckin' on me just like she a Dyson
I dash like a hyphen uh you second to me
I be eatin' all these artists need a second tummy
And after facing me you know that it's a blessing to breathe
And you not fuckin' with me like I'm into celibacy yeah

In the 'rari I dash a lot boy you cap a lot
With the pen I'm the best author Camelot
And nobody can see me like camoflauge
Find his house in 2 days call me Amazon
And I do it so naturally whenever you see me rappin' there's casualties
And I dont know how I do it so casually but every time on the mic it's a masterpiece
And when I'm flowin' I be going number 1 in your top 5
We shootin' big arms yeah it's somethin' like Popeye
But I don't fuck with spinach I be eatin' at Popeye's
Be careful what you say because you know that we pop eyes
Don't ever try to cap or ever pull up talkin' down on my rappin'
Because you know you're doing that to the wrong guy
I'm tryna make it big and use the money that I get
For a crib because I am tryna do music more than part time
She gon blow me like a bubble boy you in trouble
We all armed like a huddle make you a puddle
The skill gap got 'em puzzled cause you don't hustle
Cause you don't struggle if your music underground you know you gotta get the shovel
If your music isn't hittin' hard you gotta up your muscle
When your paycheck in a duffel then you gotta go for double
And I'm movin' fast like Sonic and I'm hittin' hard like Knuckles
And this lyrical earthquake gon leave you in the rubble bitch