Freeze

[Intro]
Yeah, they too basic
I can never shake they hand, they too basic
Yeah, Halloween
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
Breaking records, nigga's that good
I really trapped, niggas act hood (Yeah)
Back in my day, niggas act cray, probably smoke you like the Backwoods
I’m outta town never outta touch
Nigga chase checks, never chase hoes
Young niggas got the city locked
Just know what ever I say goes

[Chorus]
And my wrist gon' freeze (Brr)
And my bitch OD (Yeah, ho)
And I’m rich low key
But I’m just Fourtee (Woo)
And my wrist gon' freeze (Brr)
And my bitch OD (Yeah ho)
And I’m rich low key
But I’m just Fourtee (Yeah, ho)

[Verse 2]
Top down, nigga, rise up
When we see the bag don’t surprise us
I’m from the Whitney don’t get fried up
Nigga bring the beef like a potluck
All these broke niggas posting
Oh shit, it get so lit
How the fuck niggas claim throne
But I been the king since '06 (Yeah)
Hottest in the city check your thermometer
If niggas come we gon' line it up
Swear it’s bout time I get rid of these niggas
I think that they know that they time is up
Straight to the check we gon' count it up
Back then niggas was the man
Now it’s crazy the hype gone
Now these bitches wanna fuck me
Now they love me, love me
Got me feeling like I'm Mike Jones

[Chorus]
And my wrist gon' freeze (Brr)
And my bitch OD (Yeah, ho)
And I’m rich low key
But I’m just Fourtee (Woo)
And my wrist gon' freeze (Brr)
And my bitch OD (Yeah ho)
And I’m rich low key
But I’m just Fourtee (Yeah, ho)

[Verse 3]
I gotta billion ways
Back when niggas had the RAV4
Bunch of niggas was scheming for days
Steady jacking niggas for the iced out ring, Presi Rollie, and fresh sneaks
I’m from a place where your death meet
So don’t let me go Joey Pesci
And I got the, I got the, I got the
So many ice turn the lights out
Paid a hundred fifty for the Jésus
Just some niggas finna ride away
Did it for the Whitney niggas, stay true
I got the hittas in back of me (Yeah)
Turn all these niggas to casualty
Lil' mama she say she's a celibate
But she was just fucking me actually
Top down, top down, niggas want no rounds
I really did it for the city
Got the buzzing off my sound
I'm never going for the basic
Banana clip going ape shit
Cop chase we Bugatti boys
How the fuck they gon' chase this

[Chorus]
And my wrist gon' freeze (Brr)
And my bitch OD (Yeah, ho)
And I’m rich low key
But I’m just Fourtee (Woo)
And my wrist gon' freeze (Brr)
And my bitch OD (Yeah ho)
And I’m rich low key
But I’m just Fourtee (Yeah, ho)
And my wrist gon' freeze (Brr)
And my bitch OD (Yeah, ho)
And I’m rich low key
But I’m just Fourtee (Woo)
And my wrist gon' freeze (Brr)
And my bitch OD (Yeah ho)
And I’m rich low key
But I’m just Fourtee (Yeah, ho)