Freezin ft. Hollyhood Lyrics

Tryna say that I'm one of the coldest lil niggas that's up in the 703

I be quick to react and I never will fold on a nigga and nobody fucking with me

I might do me a flip, talking bout Cujo on a nigga

Ima throw me a rock with the lee

From his head to his toes, make him rock when he lean

Make him double his dose, make him wok when he lean

One of the coldest Ill give you pneumonia

On top of that, if you need some za you already know that I'm pulling up on you

Running it up, yeah, I need me that cash

Shit, I need me at least like a onion

Chopped me a 3-5 all in this wood man I feel like my name was motherfucking Bunyan

I'm showing my art she motherfucking love it

I be stepping so much that I'm hurting a leg and a quad

We'll be taking it back to the year 1977 and I'm talking to firing squad

If it's practice, just know that we stomping the yard

We can go for the longest, ain't talking bout yards

Everyday we be pulling your cards and rookie

I'm the joker the ace it don't matter, just book me

And if you book me, on stage I be smoking on cookie

I wanted this spot and I took it

I ball like a vet and you ball like a rookie

I need money its fuck all the fame

Yeah, I'ma leave legacy behind my name

We in the whip, I'm bending her over

No wonder they be calling this bitch a range

Since the day I was born, I been holding my weight

All the plans that I had, yeah, I had to create

Your girl took a touring and I know it was fate

and we met in VA yeah you know that's the state

Talkin' bag me a dime, niggas can't even relate

Talkin' bag me a bond that they can't even break

I'ma give her insurance, I'm feeling like Jake

In my state, not a farm, we gone go to the lake

She give it up, all of my Flo damn, she's so progressive

She tell me, you matter like Joe, she obsessive

She looking for me when I took down her bestie, damn, that's heavy

Box his ass up like an old time Chevy

They using my recipe for the sauce, like spaghetti

Damn, that bitch just got some WAP, like she fetty

Put her life in my hands, yeah, I know she ain't ready

We can keep it lowkey, I ain't talking bout seddy

I'ma keep it a beam when I'm holding this steady

I'm known to make it a time, like, pop you eddy

I be all in yo mind, I ain't talking bout Freddy

I be driving the whip, looking white, no Betty

Yeah yo boy CamDaMan I be good with the melody

Atlantic records better hit my celly

Holly he also so sweet with the melody

She hearing my voice, she like mon amí

Of of the liq, man, I can't even choose

We finna practice polygamy

How the fuck I'm supposed to listen to you when you ain't got no emotion

I got a bad problem, abusing these drugs

Nigga, I'm ducking emotions