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[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 fuck 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 Fuck with my baretta Til the fat lady sings Call it operetta Tell them niggas get a sweater Preferentially a Gucci Why they keep pushing Like I'm stuck inside a coochie Now I'm living rich Niggas wanna copy that But my cream made it Nigga where the body at Just inked a deal Homie that's my favorite tat Say I'm on the shelve Well I prefer to call em racks [Verse 2: Frzy] If these niggas want credit Tell em get a visa What u want on ya tombstone no pizza AR-15 Wit the scope Might teach ya A little about arms if you think I can't reach ya BOOOOOW Tell them nigga bow bow To the king tho Slay y'all niggas Call me Kris Kringle Love thy neighbor Christian mingle Is getting fucking old I can see the wrinkle If you notice I'm driving in a lotus An it's tricked out Hocus pocus But nigga I knows this You is fuckin 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 1 I been making mogul moves Yea 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 too it you should answer that A couple G's for a bars 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 motherfuckers face And have blood and brains all over the fucking place So just leave me to my personal space Yea