Freezer lyrics

by

CashMoneyAP


Tryna get my neck and wrist to look just like a freezer
Tell em that we leaning like the tower out in Pisa
I heard life’s a b*tch but on my momma I won’t leave her
Sometimes I might trip but I got dollars in my sneakers

Chillin wit ya mommy she been loving all my flows
Every song up in her speaker Ryu all she really knows
If I wasn’t making projects ain’t no telling where I’d be
Swear my worlds forever cold it feel like 21 degrees

Believe her please believe her she getting meaner
I need her I think I need her she such a diva
They watch me they see me balling they want a feature
A creature something like Jeepers move like a cheetah

If you really want foreigns you spalding or not
Ain’t no way I ain’t balling you balding or not
This sh*t in my veins so it’s all of the top
Spit Hov in my flows like it’s all of the Roc

Tag toeing these hoes and I’m calling the shots
Unloading the clip if you slip in the spot
Police in the distance we dipping like dots
Now I sip wit ya misses I give what I got

I been on the low wit yo hoe getting doe cause it’s all a n*gga know
When I’m off the dro kicking doors in ya home then you better hit the floor
Ain’t nobody have my back when I was mobbin through the city cruising by my lone
I maneuvered all alone
Had a few homies on Call just Incase we gotta roll

Don’t you ever test me save that bullsh*t for the teachers
I be in the field you pus*y n*ggas in the bleachers
I just need some mazzi that’ll take me out my sneakers
40 wit a hoodie now they calling me a reaper

Tryna get my neck and wrist to look just like a freezer
Tell em that we leaning like the tower out in Pisa
I heard life’s a b*tch but on my momma I won’t leave her
Sometimes I might trip but I got dollars in my sneakers

Chillin wit ya mommy she been loving all my flows
Every song up in her speaker Ryu all she really knows
If I wasn’t up in college ain’t no telling where I’d be
Swear my worlds forever cold it feel like 21 degrees

Ya whole team full of frauds we in Goyard
Cooking sh*t up like a chef b*tch I’m boyard
Only sh*t up on my mind Ima go hard
Yeah we really got the static ya want no part

I got 21 savages wit no heart
Jody when I’m by my lonely choppa on start
Navigated wit my Woes like I’m on star
Momma always knew her baby boy would go far

99’ baby this sh*t in my veins
Still keep it a hunned like two 50 weights
Got Rell banging blood like a .358
Choppa sweet serenade send you up to them gates

Never know where we going I just know we straight
I thank god im alive shoulda been in a grave
Celebrating the times I’m in need of the cake
Cut a piece of the pie 1738

Whoah

Never been afraid of anybody when I’m cornered call me rocky we can really get it poppin
Always had to plot and if they scissors Ima rock em they ain’t really give me options Ima have to poppa doc em
Jumping on the whip you outta pocket Ima have to flip and put em in a coffin going dummy I’m retarded
Don’t become a target Put a hole up in his back and now he looking like a dolphin flowing sick it got me nauseous

I knew no matter what we would make it out regardless
Momma told me when you do it make sure that it’s flawless
Everyday’s a battle I got ammo I got rockets
Tired of always being down in the dumps with all the garbage

Tryna get my neck and wrist to look just like a freezer
Tell em that we leaning like the tower out in Pisa
I heard life’s a b*tch but on my momma I won’t leave her
Sometimes I might trip but I got dollars in my sneakers

Chillin wit ya mommy she been loving all my flows
Every song up in her speaker Ryu all she really knows
If I wasn’t making projects ain’t no telling where I’d be
Swear my worlds forever cold it feel like 21 degrees

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