paroles de chanson Checks - FrostyCreeper819

Yeah
Uh
Frosty
Whoo

I'm running up checks with my niggas
Other niggas ain't ready
What the fuck is you talking bout
Better be a lil quick if
You wanna get tickets to see
Me 'cause I'm stead of selling out
Said I wanna do sum to make a lil money
My niggas they pussy, they opting out
I began making music, the paper was rolling
And I made all them bitches start passing out

Frosty is ready can't get on his level, shit, that nigga is too clean
I'm tired of these niggas that stay tryna hate
Block them lil niggas out like some sunscreen
Make a lil nigga dance on the court like DJ
Lil nigga, I'm talking bout Augustine
I'm a South Carolinian New Rising Artist
I'm tryna make the cover of magazines, Bitch

I know Frosty cold, but these niggas tripping
These lil niggas colder than leftovers
Pull up to the crib in a Range Rover
Hop outta my whip just to changeover
Hop step to the left then I crossover
Don't get Frosty heated he'll boil over
Knocked out think he had a damn hangover
Put my team on my back imma take over
When we come out on top they gon come over
Invite our lil shawties for a sleepover, don't gotta think over

What in the fuck was you thinking
You cannot step up to me
Why are you thinking you something
Why you come straight for the king
Since you wanna come in my section
Air you out like some fucking Febreze
Said you wanna battle I'm taking
The trophy with moufucking ease

My baby a savage, I know she considering marrying me
Niggas ain't ready for me
Making these bangers for free
Niggas gon know about me
My fans they surround around me

Music is power and I make it proudly
Hop in the whip and then I play it loudly
Ride around town then niggas yell "Frosty"
Even got rep from the niggas that doubted me

What am I stacking up
Checks, checks, checks, checks, stacking up checks
How are you feeling
Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed, I'm feeling blessed
What are you repping
F, G, P, Bitch, repping my set
Who getting jealous
These hating ass niggas know I'm the best

I don't Give a fuck what saying
These niggas ain't ready for me
Giving out L's for free
That's why I stay independent
'Cause niggas dependent
And I don't want that to be me
I honor the legends that came before me
Tupac and Biggy and Eminem kings
Nipsey and Juice Wrld come back to us please

Pop smoke and MJ continue your genes
Nate Dogg and Eazy we cannot believe
King Von and MO3, don't take them from me
PnB Rock, I cannot believe
Trouble and Dolph, why can't we just breathe
That nigga DMX also a king
Mac P and Bankroll, they put us at ease
That nigga Pat should've Stayed with us geez
I Give all condolences to their families

I'm running up checks with my niggas
Other niggas ain't ready
What the fuck is you talking bout
Better be a lil quick
If you wanna get tickets to see
Me 'cause I'm stead of selling out
Said I wanna do sum to make a lil money
My niggas they pussy, they opting out
I began making music, the paper was rolling
And I made all them bitches start passing out

Frosty is ready can't get on his level, shit
That nigga is too clean
I'm tired of these niggas that stay tryna hate
Block them lil niggas out like some sunscreen
Make a lil nigga dance on the court like DJ
Lil nigga, I'm talking bout Augustine
I'm a South Carolinian New Rising Artist
I'm tryna make the cover of magazines, Bitch

I know Frosty cold, but these niggas tripping
These lil niggas colder than leftovers
Pull up to the crib in a Range Rover
Hop outta my whip just to changeover
Hop step to the left then I crossover
Don't get Frosty heated he'll boil over
Knocked out think he had a damn hangover
Put my team on my back imma take over
When we come out on top they gon come over
Invite our lil shawties for a sleepover, don't gotta think over