Frost lyrics - Curren$y

Jet Life, that's all, playa

Fresh weed in a glass jar, playa

Not the body, Vampire Slayer

Pull up strains like the guitar player

John Mayer, body shaking, body snatcher

Undertaker, come pick the track up, cause this was a massacre

Spitta done beat the beat right side, left, and everywhere but backwards

Holy mackerel, I'm low in the Malibu two-door, listening to Dizzee Rascal

Right up your avenue, fly as a parachute, high as a paratroop-er

Before he deployed

You ain't a D-boy, you's a fuckin' decoy

You ain't Bruce Lee, nor Bruce Leroy

Can't kick it, Bruce Bruce, you's a comedy, boy, yeah

My mission here is to destroy the wackness

On all facets, from all factions

Fools are all papers, you suckerish ashin's

Cash out, nigga, that casino magic

My girl from Cincinnati, my weed from Cali

Feel the blitz, like the O-line was happening

High Times, evergreen pine, we snappin' trees in half, and use that to make hash with

Habit of having my paper straight

Holding it down, I'm a paperweight

Knock-off baller, your paper fake

You fallin' off, and I'm home plate safe

How else can I call it than how I see it?

Can't say your name, cause I ain't see ya

Flow cold, inside door of the freezer

Fo' hoes chose, but I'm in a two-seater

Follow in a cab, or I'll catch you next weekend

Either way, baby girl, a nigga ain't trippin'

Pleading, please, I'm peeling off

Now you realize you was dealing with a boss

Never took the ride, but you took the loss

Got your friend in my drive with the top taken off

At the crib, her top get taken off

And she can share the details when she wakes tomorrow

Yeahh