Freeze

Yea, they too basic

I can never shake they hand, they too basic

Yea, Halloween

Yea

Breaking records nigahs that good

I really trapped nigahs act hood

Back in my day nigahs probably smoke you like the Backwoods

I’m outta town never outta touch

Nigah chase checks never chase hoes

Young nigahs got the city lock

Just know what ever I say goes

And my wrist on freeze! (Brr)

And my bit** OD! (Yea Hoe!)

And I’m rich low key

But I’m just 4T

And my wrist on freeze! (Brr)

And my bit** OD! (Yea Hoe!)

And I’m rich low key

But I’m just 4T

Top down nigah rise up

When we see the bag don’t surprise us

I’m from the Whitney don’t get fried up

Nigahs bringing beef like ah potluck

All these broke nigahs bosting

Oh sh** it so lit

How the fu** nigahs claim thrown

But I been the king since '06

Hottest in the city check your thermometer

If nigahs come we gon' line them up

Swear it’s bout time I get rid of you nigahs

I think they know that they time is up

Straight to the check we could count it up

Remember back then nigahs was the man

Now it’s crazy the hype gone

Now they love me love me love me got me feeling like like Mike Jones

And my wrist on freeze! (Brr)

And my bit** OD! (Yea Hoe!)

And I’m rich LOW KEY!

But I’m just Fourtee! (Woo)

And my wrist on freeze! (Brr)

And my bit** OD! (Yea Hoe!)

And I’m rich LOW KEY!

But I’m just Fourtee! (Woo)

I gotta billion ways

Back when nigahs had the Rav 4

Young nigahs scheming for days

Instead he jacking nigahs for the iced out ring presi rollie and fresh sneaks

So don’t let me go Joey Pesci

Now I got the

I got the

So many ice turn the lights out

Payed 150 for the Jésus

Just some nigahs from around the way

Did it for the Whitney nigah stay true

Plus I got the hittaz in back of me

Turn nigahs straight to casualty

Lil momma swear that she salevent

But she was just f**king me Actually

Top down top down nigahs want no rounds

I really had the city buzzing going off with my sound

I’m never going for the basic

Banana clip going ape s**t

Cop chase we Bugatti boys how the f**k gone chase this

And my wrist on freeze! (Brr)

And my bitch OD! (Yea Hoe!)

And I’m rich low key!

But I’m just Fourtee! (Woo)

And my wrist on freeze! (Brr)

And my bit** OD! (Yea Hoe!)

And I’m rich low key!

But I’m just Fourtee! (Woo)

And my wrist on freeze! (Brr)

And my bit** OD! (Yea Hoe!)

And I’m rich low key!

But I’m just Fourtee! (Woo)

And my wrist on freeze! (Brr)

And my bit** OD! (Yea Hoe!)

And I’m rich low key!

But I’m just Fourtee! (Woo)