SMALLFRIEZ

[Intro]
Yeah, lets do it, lets do it
Throw yo’ cash up in the air, fuck it up if you don't care
Fucked up in here, no cap, fucked up in it, no cap
My words is just like a weapon, my promise is just like a weapon, yeah

[Chorus]
Run up on me, and I swear that you’ll die, I spark this shit up like fourth of July
You can’t take the heat, get the fuck from the pot
I feel like I’m at the fuckin’ top, yeah, I be on my way, send me up through the sky
Bet not reach for your waist or you meeting Allah where he at
Nigga talk down then that nigga a fraud
Nigga talk down then that nigga get fried, small fries in my eyes
I can’t play with y'all guys, I ain’t really outside

[Verse]
I don't wan’ party with you niggas, I’m just tryna stack it for the fuckin’ fam’
On my own shit, yeah it’s on the rise, off the opiates, see it in eyes
Gotta stay up on a ten, the car mirror only time I’m playing both sides
Can’t never go fuck with the fakin’, they be agents just waitin’ for the fail
Dirty hands’ll hang out where ya head, .38, this shit take down a bear
Bad lil’ bitch, I’m in love with her fragrance
You can tell from the thighs that it’s there
I can tell from her eyes that she care for me
Go ahead and tread carefully, gotta live your life carefree sometimes
Take a flight, new height, new something
I was hangin’ all over the nights too much
Had decided to bathe with the sun, had to take a lil’ peak at the light, oh-yeah
Never know when your last day is coming, oh-yeah
Never know when your last leg is done, so keep on racin’, keep on pacing, moving forward
And if you had got me, know that I got you too, you my motherfuckin’ brother
I start poppin’ out-slide with the cutters, I don't ever need to move on my own
I just really don’t fuck with the others for real, yeah, I really don’t fuck with ya buddy (Fuck with you niggas)
And my brother stay fuckin’ with them downers, he don’t really care much for the uppers
We too up, we too gone, we cannot come down, yeah
Bitch, I carry my crown like King Tut
I don’t really give a fuck ‘bout the luck, I’ma make this shit happen regardless

[Chorus]
Run up on me and I swear that you die, I spark this shit like fourth of July
Run up on me and I swear that you die, I spark this shit like fourth of July
I feel like I’m at the fuckin’ top, yeah, I be on my way, send me up through the sky
Bet not reach for your waist or you meeting Allah where he at
Nigga talk down then that nigga a fraud
Nigga talk down then that nigga get fried, small fries in my eyes
I can’t play with y'all guys, I can’t no—, outside
Small fries in my eyes
I can’t play with y'all guys, I ain’t really outside