Frosty Flow pt. 1

[Intro]
Aight, aight, turn me up a little bit

[Verse]
Matter of fact, fuck these crackers
They mad weird, I'm not trying to hang around
I'm about to smack for 250 at Navy, fed up in some hand me downs
Young Gurb posted up looking like a moron, all she do is stand around
I told twin if this PNC check don't hit, we busting shit out of town
These crackers ain't see it coming, it's like they walked in with a blindfold
Matter of fact, I'm nodding off this drink
Got me walking with my eyes closed
I'm the type to start with 1 and walk out the party with 7 new iPhones
I'm looking for a white bitch, but I'm thugged out
So I call that bitch a white bone
Bitch, I think it's time to call it quits, get off that blade and get that GED
Last time thesе crackers had a dollar, Donald Trump was doing PPP
I just had to switch my flow up, fuck this rapping shit, switch over to R&B
Thesе crackers bitch made, they can't even squabble
They got no business sparring me, I done smacked the shit out of my P.O. 'Cause he keep trying to get me jammed up
Crackers talking hella spicy until it's time to put them hands up
We just hit BOA for fifty K, they like how the fuck they even scammed us?
Crackers on the internet talking, but it's time to get them bands up
Bitch asked me why I sent to her voicemail, I'm like bitch, you a random
My gang hella inclusive, diversity, black and white like a panda
Homie got the Makatussin, why the fuck you pouring Prometh in that Fanta?
Bitch, this ain't Mondo Jackson, but I got three hoes like I'm Santa