Paper Route Empire - Freeze Tag lyrics

[Intro] (Sosa 808) [Chorus] Just told my bro that this money and hoes don't last (MOB) I told him get up out his feelings and go get a bag (Let's eat) Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass ni**a, you can blame my dad (On God) Got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (HitKidd, what it do, man? Yeah) [Verse] Sitting in the 600 with the seat back Yeah, when I first seen that Rolls truck, I'm like, "I need that" (I need that) Yeah, sipping codeine, my b*tch like, "Glock, you don't need that" (Don't need that) Yeah, six years old, I told the teacher, "su*k my weenus" (Yeah) Soon as I got home, my grandma gave me a beating Bad lil' motherfu*ker, yup (b*tch), I beat it I'm married to the money 'cause most of these hoes is skeezy (Yup) You know I'm so icy, but a ni**a don't know Jeezy (Uh-uh) Ayy, I be rocking Gucci, mane, I make this sh*t look easy (Yeah, yeah, yeah) My young ni**as ruthless, ayy, please, please, believe me (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a ni**a freezing (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ice cubes in my watch and chain got a ni**a freezing (Yeah, yeah, yeah) fu*k your verse, ni**a, I'll never do a remix (What?) ni**as know that I don't fu*k with 'em and I don't pretend (Uh-uh) ni**as know that I don't fu*k with 'em, it ain't a secret (Uh-uh) ni**as know that I don't fu*k with 'em, it ain't a secret (Yeah) Ayy, gang members shooting sh*t up, where your defense? Damn, Glock, these ni**as hating on you, yeah, I peeped it (I know) Big Glock with the switch up on it, I ain't missing sh*t I'm always on point, ni**a, I don't even miss a b*tch So what? Still be hitting licks Self-made, nothing like these shrimps I'm balling on these lil'-ass ni**as, fu*k around and windmill Just bought another foreign, swerve that b*tch, look like a Hot Wheel (Phew, phew, phew) I walked up in the party, b*tches started doing cartwheels [Chorus] Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last Told him, "Get up out your feelings, ni**a, go and get a bag" Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass ni**a, baby, you can blame my dad I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag (Yeah) Told my bro that this money and these hoes don't last Told him, "Get up out your feelings, ni**a, go and get a bag" Ayy, I'm a hustling-ass ni**a, baby, you can blame my dad I got baguettes in my Richard, diamonds playing freeze tag [Outro] Yeah, yeah, yeah G-Lock