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[Verse 1: Frzy]
After these 16 bars
Name 16 better
If you do it A to Z
I’m the 16th letter
They be saying fuck the king
Why my haters like Loretta
So I do it in a jiffy and you do it like Nutella
You can do it to the 9
Well Fuck with my baretta
Til the fat lady sings
Call it operetta
Tell them niggas get a sweater
Preferentially a Gucci
Why they keep pushing
Like I’m stuck inside a coochie
Now I’m living rich
Niggas wanna copy that
But my cream made it
Nigga where the body at
Just inked a deal
Homie that’s my favorite tat
Say I’m on the shelve
Well I prefer to call em racks
[Verse 2: Frzy]
If these niggas want credit
Tell em get a visa
What u want on ya tombstone no pizza
AR-15
Wit the scope
Might teach ya
A little about arms if you think I can’t reach ya
BOOOOOW
Tell them nigga bow bow
To the king tho
Slay y’all niggas
Call me Kris Kringle
Love thy neighbor
Christian mingle
Is getting fucking old
I can see the wrinkle
If you notice
I’m driving in a lotus
An it’s tricked out
Hocus pocus
But nigga I knows this
You is fuckin bogus
So blood is what I see
See free be Moses
[Verse 3: Frzy]
See I’m better than your man
And ya man be the best one
If you wanna challenge be my guest
Plus 1
If you feeling plagued
I hope you not the first son
Acting like you really want a shot
Then take 1
I been making mogul moves
Yea I get it done
Check my time table
If you see it you might bust one
In the scope of things
Perfect shot to bust one
Cause you been getting beat for too long you should bust one
Now them haters
Tell me that I’m all that
Now my name got a ring too it you should answer that
A couple G’s for a bars can you handle that
Cause my lines got fees
No kitty cat
[Outro 1: Frzy]
Our father full of grace
Don’t let me put a bullet in this motherfuckers face
And have blood and brains all over the fucking place
So just leave me to my personal space
Yea
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