[Verse 1: Frzy]

Rookie of the year boy

Fucking rookie of the year boy

Niggas wanna talk shit

Lil nigga wanna trip

Better bring a souvenir boy

Niggas act like they hate me

But I know that they love me

‘Cause they know I’m going far

‘Cause they all on my bars

Like Coyote Ugly

Now these niggas comin’ for

The top spot

All I see is bitches wanna push

Fake niggas actin’ like we

Best friends

Best buds like that OG Kush

Me and my entourage

In the strip club

All we need is Ari

All I see is donkeys on the pole

This is one hell of a

Democrat party

These niggas love me

They say that I’m good

And they say that they fuck

Wit my flow

I don’t do something for nothing

But nothing is something

That y’all niggas do

Like a pro

I just be chilling wit bitches

And making these riches

That’s probably why

When I say go

Ya girlie hop off her butt

And say she down to fuck

That’s when Frzy make your

Honey nut

Cheerio

Now the air is gettin’ dense

When I jump niggas flinch

Man I’m tired of these envious

Bitch ass niggas

In my presence

Grinch

I can see ‘em gettin’ tense

‘Cause my money’s intense

They call me Illuminati

All I see is dead bodies

That should probably put

A six to my sense

Niggas know I’m all about the likes

Gettin’ followers is getting’ harder

Probably why they

Putting out crap

They all about tap

I’m bottled water

They know about

The left and the right

When it comes to the fights

But they so middle of the road

They be staring like a deer

In headlights

So know who I be

When they callin’ out Free

‘Cause I be what they see

In the night

‘Cause I’m a dream

They be dreamin’

They dreamin’ of semen

‘Cause they see me comin’

They might wake up with sweat

And a stare

‘Cause I am a nightmare

So they better prepare

For a fight

That’s why I gotta stay put

‘Cause fake niggas afoot

Like where my leg ends

Tights

Young Free

[Verse 2: Frzy]

Reign Man

Motherfucker said Reign Man

Shout out to my dog in the A

In the south give a paw

Bet he do it with the left hand

I’m the cool nigga

In the Ray Ban’s

Wit a bunch of dollars

In my right hand

Makin’ it rain on ya chick

Putting money on her head

Like she running from

A hitman

Tell mami do it for the bands

Tell ya emcee I ain’t a fan

If I catch ya boy

On a backstreet

You ‘gon see more than

A boy band

Oh boy

Now I’m feeling like young Cam

When they hear the boy flow

They like got dam

Picture a nigga better than me

The only thing you’ll see

Is me using the front cam

First off you niggas is bitches

You bitches is snitches

So run and tell that

While y’all that dude wit the gat

I’m that dude on the map

While that gram that you push

Is an app

I just might snap on a nigga

Go back for a nigga

If he’s ever running his yap

Then I’ll go back while

You stay in the trap

See I really cross country

Y’all niggas run laps

It’s a wrap

This a good reign no doubt

This a good reign no drought

I want my name on the list

With the best out

So high even the pope

Couldn't cross out

Y’all niggas think

Y'all the best out

Everybody a trapper

When they first out

All up in the kitchen

Working they wrist out

That’s cool my nigga

I’d rather eat out

Got ya baby mama

And she turned out

Hit her five times

You would think I fouled out

She only saw me coming

‘cause I pulled out

Must be a rebound

The way I get the box out

I go all out

When they fall out

Frzy in the house little nigga

You should camp out

Gettin’ money

What we all ‘bout

So kiss the game goodbye

That’s how we make out