98vercetti - Fronto (feat. Zoey Zooted) Lyrics

The f*ck?

Grabba!

These bitches don't like me
Theses bitches wanna fight me
You already know, yeah
But they boyfriend like me
They really wanna wife me
Gotta go, yeah
So what happened, bitch
Whats cracking, bitch
I'ma f*ck around and catch you lacking, bitch
If you ever lost me boy you really played
Any girl after me, shawty is a lame
Ten thousand dollars, for these Gucci frames
These bitches bout' to make me go back to my old ways
Your shawty talking crazy I'ma drop her on her head
Kick her in her throat, now that bitch dead

Toes hella musty, dirty vans on my feet
Driving hella stupid, max recline on my seat
Bitch don't ask me for no features 'cause my pricing OD
Said he want beef, it ain't hard to find me
Bitch you know where I be, bitch I'm from NYC
I ain't even really here bitch they hologramed me
You could catch me on the gram doing awful dancing
But I get your shawty wetter than a hydrant
I'm all up in your mind, like a muh'f*cking physic
But you ain't up in mine, your shawty ass I'm behind it
You ain't got a dream you better find it
Oh shit thats a op hit the breaks that's my timing
Everyday I got to stop myself from getting violent
Black jeans, white tee, I don't need a stylist
Bet she do what I say like my name was Simon
Ken Rosenberg on the beat that's my lawyer
My bitch like Diane Sawyer
Clocked into work with my breath yelling "back up"
F*ck the City Girls, like it when my bitches act up
Big rims on my hippy van, shit expensive
Pull up to your crib bending all your fitted hat brims

My weed is never valid but my fronto is potent