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hall of scammers - ctm frosty lyrics

[intro]
(d*mn, frosky, you f*ckin’ ’em up)

[verse 1: kasher quon]
i just poured up some wockhardt, i’m finna go to sleep
just ran into a fan at the mall, that n*gga noticed me
this n*gga flashin’ a band in all twenties, you a joke to me
and i’m in this b*tch freestylin’, n0body wrote for me
this sh*t off the head
my lean man just pulled up with some red
i’m finna go to bed
was aimin’ for his head and shot the n*gga in his leg
i hope i run into dog again
done wasted eight hundred on some amiri jogging pants
these n*ggas really b*tches nowadays, juwanna mann
these n*ggas smokin’ bullsh*ttin’ weed, throw it in the garbage can
wal*mart let me swipe three times, finna go back in
i told the b*tch i want a threesome, pull up with your friеnd
we finna get it in
i know i’m for sure top twеnty out in michigan

[verse 2: ctm frosty]
ayy
i’ma f*ckin’ box the baby and we up next
patches threw me foul plays, i just got blessed
find a [?] for your money, don’t be tryna flex
finna punch on dj khaled, we the f*ckin’ best
we can hit up ’bout it, p*ssy, i ain’t tryna text
i’ve been taking big dubs but i’m not from the west
hit a p*ssy with a 40, lay his ass to rest
i’m not aiming for your leg, i’m hitting your chest
i’m an ass type of guy, i don’t f*ck with br**sts
who got p*ssy out the market? i might wanna invest
who the f*ck took my percs? man, i’m so pressed
girl, [?] in your p*ssy, you got f*ckin’ pests
me and bro f*cked the b*tch, she hot as sausage fest
b*tch, i’m sh*tting h*lla money, i don’t want friends
[verse 3: stanwill]
yeah, i don’t want no friends
flashy*ass vlone tee, i don’t want no friends
ghetto n*gga want a h*llcat, i don’t want no benz
better back back for trdee, be done broke your chin
never see you run it up, okay, you don’t want your shins
think you great white up in that deep, i’ll blow your fins
you is not no shark, boy
off*white look like art, boy
keep a cannon on me, be done shot you like i’m art, boy
better play it smart, boy, lookin’ out for narcs, boy
telescope atop the bop, could shoot you from afar, boy
told mark to punch me in while i eat hibachi
thousand dollar pair of gucci kicks when i’m sneaker shoppin’
sh*ttyboyz, we the reason that your b*tch speakers knockin’
feel like elon*f*ckin’*musk how i keep a rocket
heavy thrust, pull up on your b*tch rack flashin’
i don’t need to rap, i can get it off the jack action
tires screechin’ up the block, b*tch, we scat packin’
whole team full of snitches, boy, you be rat packin’

[verse 4: ak bandamont]
just know i got a big gun on me in this tight jacket
a thousand grams of fentanyl, i’m finna rewrap it
my buddy grabbed that new h*llcat and then rewrapped it
i made some dog sh*t off dog food, i wasn’t even rappin’
yeah, we was off that act’ in ‘013, we had three glasses
my fiend just moonwalked a line of dope, so he the new jackson
he said you got a plug pluggin’ on bricks, but you’re a true capper
my og taught me how to treat the gun, i made it shoot backwards
i told you i was gonna you on a journey, it’s been a few chapters
i put a switchie on that glizzy, now it shoot faster
my load just made a k!lling out in toronto, he a blue raptor
now every time i leave out the crib, i got a new gadget
if you ain’t really up dog sh*t, then why is you rappin’?
i get a bag and get it gone, you couldn’t even tie your shoes faster
these n*ggas lyin’ on the ‘net, so every day we got a new actor
i just bought a blue fn, it got a new whacker
we shot and passin’ out them needles, come get a new tatter
and i ain’t tryna talk all day, ’cause i don’t do chatter
the b*tch asked me to get her hair done, i threw a blue at her
but then i made her eat my d*ck, and threw a skew at her

- ctm frosty lyrics

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