Checks

Yeah Uh Frosty Whoo I'm running up checks with my niggas Other niggas ain't ready What the fuck is you talking bout Better be a lil quick if You wanna get tickets to see Me 'cause I'm stead of selling out Said I wanna do sum to make a lil money My niggas they pussy, they opting out I began making music, the paper was rolling And I made all them bitches start passing out Frosty is ready can't get on his level, shit, that nigga is too clean I'm tired of these niggas that stay tryna hate Block them lil niggas out like some sunscreen Make a lil nigga dance on the court like DJ Lil nigga, I'm talking bout Augustine I'm a South Carolinian New Rising Artist I'm tryna make the cover of magazines, Bitch I know Frosty cold, but these niggas tripping These lil niggas colder than leftovers Pull up to the crib in a Range Rover Hop outta my whip just to changeover Hop step to the left then I crossover Don't get Frosty heated he'll boil over Knocked out think he had a damn hangover Put my team on my back imma take over When we come out on top they gon come over Invite our lil shawties for a sleepover, don't gotta think over What in the fuck was you thinking You cannot step up to me Why are you thinking you something Why you come straight for the king Since you wanna come in my section Air you out like some fucking Febreze Said you wanna battle I'm taking The trophy with moufucking ease My baby a savage, I know she considering marrying me Niggas ain't ready for me Making these bangers for free Niggas gon know about me My fans they surround around me Music is power and I make it proudly Hop in the whip and then I play it loudly Ride around town then niggas yell "Frosty" Even got rep from the niggas that doubted me What am I stacking up Checks, checks, checks, checks, stacking up checks How are you feeling Blessed, blessed, blessed, blessed, I'm feeling blessed What are you repping F, G, P, Bitch, repping my set Who getting jealous These hating ass niggas know I'm the best I don't Give a fuck what saying These niggas ain't ready for me Giving out L's for free That's why I stay independent 'Cause niggas dependent And I don't want that to be me I honor the legends that came before me Tupac and Biggy and Eminem kings Nipsey and Juice Wrld come back to us please Pop smoke and MJ continue your genes Nate Dogg and Eazy we cannot believe King Von and MO3, don't take them from me PnB Rock, I cannot believe Trouble and Dolph, why can't we just breathe That nigga DMX also a king Mac P and Bankroll, they put us at ease That nigga Pat should've Stayed with us geez I Give all condolences to their families I'm running up checks with my niggas Other niggas ain't ready What the fuck is you talking bout Better be a lil quick If you wanna get tickets to see Me 'cause I'm stead of selling out Said I wanna do sum to make a lil money My niggas they pussy, they opting out I began making music, the paper was rolling And I made all them bitches start passing out Frosty is ready can't get on his level, shit That nigga is too clean I'm tired of these niggas that stay tryna hate Block them lil niggas out like some sunscreen Make a lil nigga dance on the court like DJ Lil nigga, I'm talking bout Augustine I'm a South Carolinian New Rising Artist I'm tryna make the cover of magazines, Bitch I know Frosty cold, but these niggas tripping These lil niggas colder than leftovers Pull up to the crib in a Range Rover Hop outta my whip just to changeover Hop step to the left then I crossover Don't get Frosty heated he'll boil over Knocked out think he had a damn hangover Put my team on my back imma take over When we come out on top they gon come over Invite our lil shawties for a sleepover, don't gotta think over