Frieza Lyrics

Pull up to the studio money

On Mind

I spotted a eater but

Pay her no mind

Them honchos come first

Everything else behind

Might still hit the bitch

But won't give her a dime

I got the feedback I'm charged with The juice

How the fuck you a shooter

Eyes closed when you shoot

Ain't concerned bout a bitch

I just care bout the loot

Swear this Perc got me Up

My dick gone through the roof

Bands on me now

And this shit ain't from rappin

Bitch in love with the drip

Suck my dick

Because of fashion

Got the pussy for free

But for you she was taxing

She put on a show

Need Oscar for acting

Ain't worried about haters

Talking about they want static

Throw pamper on little shit

It became a habit

Told my new bitch what she want

She can have it

Gave her dope dick now

She turn to a addict

Tuned into rap and found

Out it's my passion

N***** want smoke

I hit up my assassin

Pull up with that fire

That n*** a dragon

Don't fumble the ball

Catching plays

Like it's madden

Fuck her so good make her squirt

On the Sheets

Kick the bitch out cuz the shit Wasn't cheap

N***** want beef tell them bon appetit

My n***** some riders don't play about me

Ride with my n*****

To the ceiling

Took some L's

But still I'm winning

Don't cross that line get out your

Feelings

Don't make me activate

The villain

Speaking on me

But you

Don't know the half

That neck me up

Something like a giraffe

She slurping me up

Do it right through the mask

I'm stirring up her Mac and cheese

Ain't no kraft

The realest gone ride and

The fakest gone fumble

They counted me out

So it's fuck bein humble

I stand over niggas

I feel like mutambo

I paid for this pipe

Why the fuck

I'm going to rumble