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frosty choppa - toxic lyrics

feed him some bullets
but this meal toxic
when we on a drill
ar with some optics
smoke a opp
roll him up in some chronic
he ain’t gonna blast that trigger
he just wanted to flaunt it
if you ain’t gonna shot for gang
why is you on it
he shooting for clout
but this gang don’t want it
we ain’t with it if he talk to feds
bro geekin he gets one in his head
better watch what he said
kuz we sliding at night
when the whole house went to bed
he wrote a diss now he dead
presidents in my pocket
make sure the gang feed
we ain’t with that net talk
nor arе we verbal
when wе hit him with a round
he try to stay vertical
hit him with a green tip
hollows steady surgical
this in my blood
naw this is not learnable
i got the drip
bussdown bro call me buddha
call up my shotta
chop him up put him in the cooler
when we pop out
they froze up like we was medusa
send a couple shot his ways
dropped him where he lay
drako pop out and mess up his face
we slide at night so we don’t catch a case
he wanted sum beef so we have him a taste
now he in a box i rest my case
like he had a relapse but this drug lassed
if he repping gang give him a quiz drop him if it ain’t aced

- frosty choppa lyrics

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