Letras
Pull up to the trap like woah
Stunting nigga prolly with your ho
Santa clause I'm freezing all this ice
Bundle up that paper time to go
Go, go, go, go, go
Bundle up that paper time to go
Go, go, go, go, go
Bundle up that paper time to go
Uh, yeah, think that I have time
But the truth is, I'm always on my grind
Just wait for me, not even in my prime
Make it or don't make it, yeah
Decide so in your mind
Color blind, black or grey area
Don't want to pay
For the shit, they sell me
I would rather have it for free
Not the definition of a free land, apparently
Famous people get murdered
Pop pop pop popularity
Uh, yeah, thinking I can't rhyme
But the truth is, you are jealous of my shine
Writing needs to have a purpose,
Nervous person holds the burden
Chasing cloud,
Getting rich with an empty punchline
I am aggravated, I'm gonna make it
I am agitated, I'm gonna make it
Maybe a bit of both
You may be a bit too close
You just froze
Maybe a bit too old
Maybe a bit too cold
It's what I told
Pull up to the trap like woah
Stunting nigga prolly with your ho
Santa clause I'm freezing all this ice
Bundle up that paper time to go
Go, go, go, go, go
Bundle up that paper time to go
Go, go, go, go, go
Bundle up that paper time to go
Phill nigga bombed Baghdad
In a big dunk, see you're real mad
Iced out eating tempeh
Moves a whole brick that's a good day
Your bitch like on me
She a bust it baby
No hands free
Busines nigga
I'm in a quarter to three
With a quarter to three that's a big bag
Pull up on em in a big jag
I'm a Florida boy pants don't sag