Freezie Da Iceman - Off the Dome (feat.10.4chauncy, Rondo & Kewl)

I'm on that brown no chasa
She want me to chase her
Never been picky I like my bitches different flavas
I'm a backwood flippa and ya boyfriend a lame
He a swisher ass nigga I will rob that pussy nigga
Down to chase a bag hit my phone if it's bout money
I was fuckin Pam with no job but I ain't Tommy
I'm back with a plan and I'm focus chasing tokens
My aim good plus I'm on point and my eyes open
I'm on my job niggas round me all bosses
You wanna talk money then baby step into my office
Naa I don't smoke no black and mild bitch I need loud
But I'll still hit the zona just to calm you down
10.4 Chauncey
Pimping ain't easy
Bitches tryna flex like that pussy ain't easy
Hoe gotta go come back like a frisby
This Drako fully loaded and it hold bout 50
Shorty hella old but she act like she 20
Just know I'm finna blow when it come to my family
We was riding in impalas now we riding in a Bentley
Pour grey goose now this bitch feeling sleepy
Geeking fleeing police eluding
How I tote that iron a nigga be booted
And I'm still manuvering posted up in a sewer
Kill a nigga put them in the dirt manure
Rondo
Two heaters cool nigga let the breeze hit it
Master chef I like brocolli and I like cheese in it
Big ape gone step like I got cease with me 223 hit the face like it got fleas in it
Two tone gloks bullet pou pom who gone shoot
Bitch better move around like KD and his bitch ooo
Got a scope on the K if he flinch we gone shoot
And he bet not sneeze we gone blow in this bitch
Kewl ahh watch out nigga talk crazy so bring them gloks out
Put em in his head pussy nigga pop out
All my life I been running from cop sounds
Big bands on me she gone suck and fuck for free doe
Her nigga is a lame he pookie I'm Nino
I air dis bitch out in heart beat reload
Red dot head shot 4 5 ceelo
Money is da root of all evil bitch shut up
You just mad cuz u ain't got ya bread up
Still in the trap doing numbers like a trailer
If ya bitch tryna fuck on me nigga I'm a let her
Freezie on da track it's a fit like it's tailored
Don't tell me dat you love me bitch just bring me da paper
Had to buy the block cops complaining bout da neighbors
I'll jump off a bridge fore I ask a nigga a favor

Written by:
David Rogers, Jerrell Berry

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