Frzy - Dead lyrics

[Verse 1: Frzy] After these 16 bars Name 16 better If you do it A to Z I'm the 16th letter They be saying f** the king Why my haters like Loretta So I do it in a jiffy And you do it like Nutella You can do it to the 9 Well f** with my baretta 'Til the fat lady sings Call it operetta Tell them n***as get a sweater Preferentially a Gucci Why they keep pushing Like I'm stuck inside a coochie Now I'm living rich n***as wanna copy that But my cream made it n***a where the body at Just inked a deal Homie that's my favorite tat Say I'm on the shelf Well I prefer to call 'em racks [Verse 2: Frzy] If these n***as want credit Tell 'em get a Visa What you want on ya tombstone No pizza AR-15 With the scope Might teach ya A little about arms If you think I can't reach ya BOW Tell them n***a bow bow To the king though Slay y'all n***as Call me Kris Kringle Love thy neighbor Christian Mingle Is getting f**ing old I can see the wrinkle If you notice I'm driving in a Lotus And it's tricked out Hocus pocus But n***a I knows this You is f**in' bogus So blood is what I see See Free be Moses [Verse 3: Frzy] See I'm better than your man And ya man be the best one If you wanna challenge be my guest Plus 1 If you feeling plagued I hope you not the first son Acting like you really want a shot Then take one I been making mogul moves Yeah I get it done Check my time table If you see it you might bust one In the scope of things Perfect shot to bust one 'Cause you been getting beat for too long You should bust one Now them haters Tell me that I'm all that Now my name got a ring to it You should answer that A couple G's for a bar Can you handle that Cause my lines got fees No kitty cat [Outro 1: Frzy] Our father full of grace Don't let me put a bullet in this motherf**er's face And have blood and brains all over the f**ing place So just leave me to my personal space Yeah