Frio

In the dressing room

The plague a perfect fit

Must be a light bulb

Cause I got this shit lit

Ain't conceited

But I might be vain

Ain't from the country

But I got a lil twang

Underestimated me

Now a bitch gotta suffer

I hit them strikes

I don't need a buffer

They say the plague bumping

Hear that boom and that bang

N8thegr8 on the beat

You know it ain't a thang

Frosty bitch

That make real cold moves

Miami heat

I guess that's just my attitude

When a bitch can't win

They start all that lying

The day I give a fuck

Is when pigs start flying

Ain't no denying

I'm the motherfucking best

These bitches playing checkers

I'm playing motherfucking chess

Why you hoes mad

I really don't want an answer

Got my surgical mask on

Yeah I'm removing the cancer

The doctors in

I got the cure the plague

Side effects might include

A little hatred and rage

Pulled up at Sony

And got paid

I am

The messy mage

Got these fake hoes sick

And these jealous hoes mad

You bitches can stay pressed

While I'm filling up my bag

Coldest bitch

That's walking under the sun

If looks could kill

I would never need a gun

Had to call my stripper friends

And put em all on game

Cause just like Miley

Ya boy can't be tamed

Look at my pen

And how this bitch moving

I flow like a Ferrari

And you bitches on some scooters

After I drop the plague

I wonder what's nexts

Ain't worried bout a thing

Cause ya boy he know he blessed

Came in like wrecking ball

When I dropped uncommon sense

And after that

It was telepathic advance

These bitches mad

They can't do what i do

The perfect paradox

Cause I ain't stopping soon

First LP back

And everybody saying wow

I wanna gloat

So how you like me now?

Bad bitch

You bitches don't understand

Rich bitch

I'm eating green eggs and ham

Word to my bad bitches

That's always on point

I'm smoking nitro

So imma pass you the joint

Access denied

All yo bullshit revoked

Hoes love to be funny

But forget that I'm frio

I need a motherfucking app

For all this game I ran

I get real money

Converting my pounds for yen

Got these fake hoes sick

And these jealous hoes mad

You bitches can stay pressed

While I'm filling up my bag

Coldest bitch

That's walking under the sun

If looks could kill

I would never need a gun