Shad da God, T.I., Young Dro - Freeze Up lyrics
Young Dro [D'Juan Montrel Har] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Shad da God, T.I., Young Dro - Freeze Up lyrics]
Set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these niggas freeze up
Set it off with my niggas
We goin let it fly, my nigga
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up
I ain't compremising my pimpin
Just keepin all of my hoes
30 rounds and it’s extended
Clip can't even fit in my clothes
You can fit that thang in your clothes
I got a 12 gage in my trunk and Benz
Blow a nigga head off, take a nigga bitch
Double up, cop more shit
Niggas that move on command
4 15s in the rubber band
And I got the 5th, no ball in hand
Through a nigga asss like on demand
Knock a nigga ass off, on the Xans
Try a nigga home, but it all depends
Talk that shit
I'll shoot you dead in the head
Knock your brains on your man
Dedicated to my bankroll
Still dodgin them plane clothes
I’m still duckin them stank hoes
I'm off the chain, bitch, jango
Jumpin out the dresser
I fuck your hoe with pressure
Nigga still wrong on the net
We goin blast ya
Set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these niggas freeze up
Set it off with my niggas
We goin let it fly, my nigga
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up
My whip insane, my clip insane
My bitch insane, I'm switchin lanes
I'm nuts, your bitch came
Try Tip, and get split, man
I'm the Hustle Gang head honcho
I couldn't complain if I wanted to
6 figures for my Cubin links
If you reach for it, get popped too
Hoes linin up for dick
Like it's them grade 11s
I'm a stoner, just to do this verse
I smoke the 7
Hold up, roll this Dro up, magazine clip
Roll up
Smoke a Zip, sip this drank, got a bankroll
Can’t fold up
Set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these niggas freeze up
Set it off with my niggas
We goin let it fly, my nigga
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these niggas freeze up
Set it off with my niggas
We goin let it fly, my nigga
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up
I ain't compremising my pimpin
Just keepin all of my hoes
30 rounds and it’s extended
Clip can't even fit in my clothes
You can fit that thang in your clothes
I got a 12 gage in my trunk and Benz
Blow a nigga head off, take a nigga bitch
Double up, cop more shit
Niggas that move on command
4 15s in the rubber band
And I got the 5th, no ball in hand
Through a nigga asss like on demand
Knock a nigga ass off, on the Xans
Try a nigga home, but it all depends
Talk that shit
I'll shoot you dead in the head
Knock your brains on your man
Dedicated to my bankroll
Still dodgin them plane clothes
I’m still duckin them stank hoes
I'm off the chain, bitch, jango
Jumpin out the dresser
I fuck your hoe with pressure
Nigga still wrong on the net
We goin blast ya
Set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these niggas freeze up
Set it off with my niggas
We goin let it fly, my nigga
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up
My whip insane, my clip insane
My bitch insane, I'm switchin lanes
I'm nuts, your bitch came
Try Tip, and get split, man
I'm the Hustle Gang head honcho
I couldn't complain if I wanted to
6 figures for my Cubin links
If you reach for it, get popped too
Hoes linin up for dick
Like it's them grade 11s
I'm a stoner, just to do this verse
I smoke the 7
Hold up, roll this Dro up, magazine clip
Roll up
Smoke a Zip, sip this drank, got a bankroll
Can’t fold up
Set it off on these suckers
See the flow, motherfucker
We goin ball on these niggas freeze up
Set it off with my niggas
We goin let it fly, my nigga
Talkin wreckless, bro, you better freeze up