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Rob49 - Froze Up Lyrics

[Intro]
(Kutta, cut that shit up, man)

[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
She want Rick Owens, cool, I'll pay for that, P shit
On God, I'm odee solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
He puttin' Ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
Would've thought we use him for target practice, he took so many shots
"Wee, how much you worth?" I'm worth a lot, go add me up
Fifty thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin' blues
If I ever catch my mans in traffic, bet I get on his ass
'Terrogation room cold for all the niggas who froze up

[Verse 1: Wee2Hard]
You lil' niggas fishes, I'm a shark, y'all won't never last
Forever love for my animals, real one 'til I die
Nigga tried that shit and died and shit, put him in the sky
That ho testin', tryna set me up, I got that switchy tucked
In the mall I spend it all 'cause I know how to make it back
Forever loyal to my brother, never slime my mans out
Ain't a hatin' bone in my soul, I wanna see everybody win
Cleveland ho done blocked my page, yeah, she mad at me again
I be hearin' that lil' slut shit in your songs, boy, you a bitch
I'll come through spinnin' lil' shits with that new brrd and light shit up
Like I work for Georgia Power, catch that boy, and knock his light
Heard that boy up two-fifty, put a tracker on his 'Cat (Come here, bitch)
[Chorus: Wee2Hard & Rob49]
She want Rick Owens, cool, I'll pay for that, P shit
On God, I'm odee solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
He puttin' Ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
Would've thought we use him for target practice, he took so many shots
"Wee, how much you worth?" I'm worth a lot, go add me up
Fifty thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin' blues
If I ever catch my mans in traffic, bet I get on his ass (Yeah, big 4-9, ayy)
'Terrogation room cold for all the niggas who froze up (Yeah)

[Verse 2: Rob49]
Fifty thousand all blue, treat these new jewels like a cartoon, nigga (Yeah)
Nigga, I'm a tycoon, make a P pops all in high school, nigga (Yeah)
This that Clase Azul, put a bad ho in a good mood, nigga (Yeah)
He knowin' this a freak, but he still cuffed, so I ain't gon' say who, nigga (Yeah)
Mhm (Mhm), check it, I respect it (Yeah)
Bitch, give me that backend, nigga (Give me that backend)
Mhm (Mhm), actin' like my daddy (Yeah)
Trappin' like my daddy, nigga (Trappin' like my daddy)
Mhm (Mhm), bitch, I'm fresh to death (Yeah)
That's a closed casket, nigga (That's a closed casket)
Mhm, button on the back (Yeah)
That's an automatic, nigga, mhm (That's an automatic, mhm)
Shit, niggas ain't spendin' nothin', huh (Yeah)
I wanna buy my whole gang some new packs before this summer, nigga (Before this summer, nigga)
Niggas keep sayin' they whiskin' when they ain't seen a hundred, nigga (They ain't seen a hundred, nigga)
Bronem on that block like every day like Andre Drummond, nigga, mhm
[Chorus: Wee2Hard]
She want Rick Owens, cool, I'll pay for that, P shit
On God, I'm odee solid, never ratted, go check my paperwork
He puttin' Ks at the end of gang, we see that boy, we spank him
Would've thought we use him for target practice, he took so many shots
"Wee, how much you worth?" I'm worth a lot, go add me up
Fifty thousand all blue, big bro came up off sellin' blues
If I ever catch my mans in traffic, bet I get on his ass
'Terrogation room cold for all the niggas who froze up