Testo Frosted Flakes - Quality Control feat. Migos
Testo della canzone Frosted Flakes (Quality Control feat. Migos), tratta dall'album Quality Control: Control The Streets Volume 2
Yeah, Frosted Flakes all on my wrist (Frosty)
Uh' patty cake' your trap house a lick (Trap)
I bought a estate' no cappin' on this (No cap)
Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (Rare)
No tellin' me shit (Uh)
Chains on triple-A nacho, ooh' the cash, ooh, that's guaco (Guaco)
Just touched down a lotta (Woo)' bags (Bags) of gelato (Cookie)
Yeah, right now I gotta lotta love (Ooh)
But show your hand when you ain't got none (Ain't got none)
Pass up some bands to my partna (Partna)
Since then, niggas been up (Been up, plug)
I didn't make all A's (Nah), but I'm on the A list (A list, yeah)
And I do it for the A (A), Northside in this bitch (North)
If the coupe too fast (The coupe), then what did I miss? (Yoom)
I'm ting (Huh?), if my coupe too fast (The coupe), then what did I miss? (Yeah)
Skrrt, skrrt, go
The chandelier glass (Glass), and it's all on my wrist (Bleh, bleh, woah)
If the bitch too bad (Bad), then she done been hit (Smash)
Give her the pad and the lock (Woo), just like a pic (Just like a pic)
I used to play with the narcos, now I play in it (Movie, uh)
Gotta break it down for the dumbos, it's a guest star appearance (Dumbo, yeah)
I'm from the North where the most dope sold (Yup), the cartel business (The cartel, yeah)
Jiggin' was all we know (Uh), that was the image (Suge)
Until they sendin' big bro down the road (Kobe), Kobe got sentence (Kobe, woo)
Yeah, Frosted Flakes all on my wrist (I'm frosty)
Uh, patty cake (Patty), your trap house a lick (It's lick, yeah)
I bought a estate (Bought it), no cappin' on this (No cappin')
Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (Rare)
No tellin' me shit (No tellin' me)
Yeah (Woo), Frosted Flakes all on my wrist (It's frosty)
Uh, patty cake (Patty), your trap house a lick (Trappin', trap house, hey!)
I bought a estate (I bought it), no cappin' on this (No cappin')
Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (Rare)
No tellin' me shhh
Yo
Ayy
Yo
Ayy, I just ran into (Yeah), he's with me, can we come up and say hey? (Yeah)
Don't bother me (Hey), not now
Uh, I'm countin' (Racks), makin' and breakin' announcement (Breakin')
Break the pack, dismount it (The pack), I'm breakin' it up into ounces (Ounces)
With guns, we wylin' (We wylin')
When my people, gon' stop the violence? (Uh)
When it's my people tryin' to stop me (My people)
Take my chains and rob me (My people, my people, damn)
Pull out the strap, surprise me (Brrt)
Watch out, the diamonds blind me (Watch out, yeah)
We on the top, keep risin'
We got variety, deep like Verizon (Deep)
Plain Jane watch is timeless (Plain)
The blessing came perfect, I timed it (Blessing, yeah)
So much smoke, it gon' fuck wit' your sinus (Smoke)
Had to bring the Brink truck when they signed us (Brink)
Real like a red ruby or a real diamond
Out in Africa, you find it (Find it)
My jewelry refrigerated, might change the climate (Ice)
How do you feel about ice that these rappers are wearing?
No comment (Um)
I'm just bein' honest (Real), jump off the top with a bungee (Jump)
They spend it, I keep it a hunnid (Nah)
Don't stop, 'cause the money keep comin' (Dope)
For a pop and it suit my stomach (Pop)
Outerspace, but I'm not no comet (Nah)
Lookin' at a broke, make me vomit (Blah)
What you thought I didn't did, I done it (Did it)
On her face, got kids, I'm cummin' (Kidding)
In the K, Andre is drummin' (Brrt)
And the pack, it came from London (From the 5)
Took 'em back when we trapped out the back of the bando
We came from nothin' (Bando)
On my knees tell to God please protect my soul, the demons is huntin' (Please)
Thank God we done been across the globe, across the country (Thank you)
With the traffic outside and the door don't close, the trap be bunkin' (Hah)
Wrap it up and give it to the junkie (Junkie)
Catch a boy, gon' buy it the bunches (Country)
Pack it up and move next Monday (Pack)
'Cause the neighbors, they be lookin' real funny
Yeah, Frosted Flakes all on my wrist (Frosty)
Uh, patty cake, your trap house a lick (Trap)
I bought a estate, no cappin' on this (No cap)
Yeah, I'm rare like steak on the plate (Rare)
No tellin' me shit (Uh)
Chains on triple-A nacho, ooh, the cash, ooh, that's guaco (Guaco)
Just touched down a lotta (Woo), bags (Bags) of gelato (Cookie)
Yeah, right now I gotta lotta love (Ooh)
But show your hand when you ain't got none (Ain't got none)
Pass up some bands to my partna (Partna)
Since then, niggas been up
Credits
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Joshua Parker, Isaac Earl Bynum, Tyron Buddah Sr Douglas
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