Текст песни 3 Headed Demon - 637FROZEN

Pull up and park it ain't tryna bluff right now he want static
I got a, i gotta draco pull up and spark him
In this bitch automatic
100k right in the mattress
Ain't picking up gotta fuck on this actress
Knew he was capping when was on ig wit guns
But in real life he lacking
Know he got enemy's why the fuck he be outside
With no gun and still trapping
Why he be scary as fuck
And never be posting locations he acting
Spark up the wood, they get packed in
Already know they be chilling in caskets
Already got that money you wishing you had

I'm a trapping fanatic
No i'm not fucking that bitch
Cuz all of my bitches be 10's she average
No i'm not selling this shit for the high
When I got it for low, it's called taxing
Yes I be playing the bitch, no xbox play her like madden
Yes I can do shit I can move this brick in no time it be practice
And I already got this shit off the practice
Do what they taught me I already had this
Do what they do cuz i'm ready blast shit
Already know i be leaving a bad bitch
Already know that i'm ready to cash in
Skurt of the lot wit a skat pack dashing
Woke up today someone dying today
In this bitch we got decked out whips
And inside we got mac 10s
Hold up
We got 50 round drums in this bitch, what he jacking?
Got off the flight with the gun in my jacket
Run up and trip then that boy in the past tense
Get put in a spliff if he wasn't packing
When I see him run up, what's cracking?
Already know I was clutching like back then
If he shoot, he fool, in this bitch like he shaqtin'
Walk in the spot got the fashion
Already know I be shopping at pacsun
Check on my bank account, bitch it be massive
Bag on yo head you get wacked then
I know he ain't saying shit boy he be passive
Run around talking and bragging
Know he aint wit this shit, i'm wit this shit
I got caught wit a ratchet

That boy a active tweaker, I never gave em' a feature
'Nother 100k came thru might i have to go buy a new beamer
Catch in public, beat em', ion even need my heater
He talk to the jakes, we delete em'
My shootah send him to the reaper
Know this ain't wok this -
And my plug get it in by the liter
Pour up 4 in ibiza, I'm geeking
I need me a preacher
2 different bitches they wanna suck dick up inside the 2 seater
I went back to school and got rich as a bitch
And I shitted on all of my teachers
Big bucks, too rich (know i be fucking this bitch)
Big bands, no shit (you know i be clutching my blick)
He tweak, he a spliff
(How it go from a murder when it started out as a lick)
Louie V, my drip (and them bitches keep calling my shit)
I smoke on strong like i'm mike tyson package
I know they hate but i'm dripping in fashion
Addicted to codiene and japanese fabrics
Chrome hearts my jeans ain't no regular pacsun
I pour up drop and drive around ina drop top
Cuz when I get the drop know i'm ready top pop
And i do not may pop at yo bitch she a thot
Put her on top until I make her -

Choppa, run him down
Heard he got the pack he be sellin pounds
Finna get yo ass hit with the hunnid round
And when he drop the lo, we hunt him down
He finna get picked up
Right when I walk in this bitch know I'm sticked up
If he want smoke then feel free to come get some
I dropped a eight in a two watch it mix up
I watch it mix
You want the bowl then you better come get
Semi automatic, it got a kick
Better be careful you fuck with lil rick
Cause you gon be beggin when we let it hit
Look it's big dog rick, no you cannot compete
I been on top i ain't takin defeat
Shots at ya face I ain't hittin ya feet
And you gon popped just for thinkin it's sweet
Sweet like, huh, candy
I keep a tool Handy Manny
Back in eighth grade I was fuckin my nanny
I'm gettin money it's older than granny
After this song you should give me a Grammy
I hit New York, blew a bag on the xannies
I got twin choppas hit you double whammy
I take you bitch, flew her out to Miami
Choppa one two, hit yo chest
Frozen and Rick in this bitch we the best
If you wanna try it then be my guest
Them bullets they flyin they'll put you to rest
Cutta gon hit you, deep as shit
I shoot the ball I don't need an assist
I'm rockin designer, the clothes not a thrift
He wanna talk shit he get rolled in a spliff
He in a blunt now we smokin
.223 shit get to pokin
Diamonds so wet like they soakin
Kick in your door yeah we broke in
She know my song she be quotin
Chop on my hip know I'm totin
I'm totin shit on the low tho
G wagon, whippin the four door
She see me she want a photo
I got that dog in me, Toto
He want a feature I cant give him promo
Keep throwin bullets like I'm Tony Romo
Choppa gon fuck you, no homo
I keep a stick on me, pogo
I got this bitch goin loco
I got this bitch goin crazy
Think I mean brazy
I'm shootin threes like I'm Tracy McGrady
I popped the pill now I'm hazy
Lean got me lazy
Bitch I'm the shit I might fuck on yo lady
I might fuck on yo lady
Bitch I'm the shit I might buy a mercedes
Rich as fuck, so yo bitch tryna date me
Get put ina spliff if that boy talking crazy
I'm just fucking around on that bitch
So don't be going around and calling me baby
Lil rick, 6BUCKs and frozen we be varsity, and they be jv