Regular Frieza Lyrics

Goddamn

Goddamn, goddamn

Goddamn, goddamn

Goddamn

I kill it like there's a leg in the freezer

My weed is purple, like regular Frieza

I'm wrapping rapper weed up

shoot off your top, like rap for me

And I been great, I never been decent

Always been either, it's that extreme

My friends and I had to split like Korea

They didn't believe, I didn't agree

If you tripping, I'll make sure you stop by the reaper

Hasta la vista, uh, baby

Don't want to fuck you, don't want to meet you

You cannot fuck for a feature, baby

You crawling up the wrong tree for the type of creature, maybe

Mindset fucked me up, I swear that people crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Lunatic, nah, nah, nah, nah

They say I'm too sick, nah, nah, nah, nah

I had some premonitions, and they all coming true, quick

50 projects, and they all coming soon, quick

Make it look good Ty, don't knock them out too quick

Ty looking good, that's the drip like drool, spit

Itadakimasu, cause you must be out your noodle, bitch

I was just in a bad mood, till that nude sent

Coke so pure, it got the mule lit

Your shit dead, I went ahead and did a mural, quick

Your shit dead, dead, think it need a vigil lit

I got funds now, I was just a stick up kid

Coke so pure, it got the mule lit

Your shit dead, I went ahead and did a mural, quick

Your shit dead, dead, think it need a vigil lit

I got funds now, I was just a stick up kid

Uh, I can whip a big body Benz on a Benzo

Hold a nigga up, by the limbs, out the window

Hot box the mansion, high ceilings with the big rooms

Hop out the box, spirit animal is Nintendo

I want the top, and it's not, the crescendo

I got the drop, from the top, run Simba

I want alot, and it's not, December

I got her "lyin," on top, like chimera

And I caught her "lyin," off top, like chimera

And I want the bread, while it's hot, like Panera

And I want the head, while it's hot, on the presses

When she give me top, I was shocked, how Impressive

Niggas want me got, but I'm not, how precious

Niggas got me hot, but it's not from the pressure

Coke so pure, it got the mule lit

Your shit dead, I went ahead and did a mural, quick

Your shit dead, dead, think it need a vigil lit

I got funds now, I was just a stick up kid