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Frozen lyrics by STR Pryns

Sipping on fake drank that boy gon vomit
Fucking yo bitch her ass clapping like the beat on this song
I pop a pill and I’m dicking her hard
I’m dicking her down bitch I’m dicking her long
I’m smoking so much probably got purple lungs
You doing too much pills need to get off the drugs
We doing too much drills we been sliding all month
What the fuck you on ain’t made pape in a month
I’m tryna score on a pound of runtz
I’m smoking a leaf bitch this not a blunt
That boy don’t flip shit nigga he front
We keep that shit goin we can’t stop nun
You don’t got a honeybun only honeybun you got is a snack
Why the fuck is you cap you ain’t never sip act
My money so invested that I can sit back
I take the nigga bread he ain’t getting shit back
I don’t trust that nigga cus he might rat
Bout to get a brand new fucking neck tat
I’m with a bad ass bitch and we fucking at saks
I make it back times 2 so I’m fucking up racks
Can’t find him oh wait I got the drop that’s bad
Yo bitch a 5 you thinking she a 10 she not bad
Try to put a 5 on my wood I won’t do that
I can put a 5 on his head get him gone 5 racks
Boy what the fuck you smoking on that shit ain’t thrax
Hypermotility punches hit fast
You can’t run from the switch boy that’s yo ass
Why is you showing that cash you know that’s yo last
I know you cap boy you don’t got shit in the stash
I swing the Glock and my punches hitting like brass
We got the drop on the house and we lay in his grass
Wait til he comes out we putting a hole in him fast
Bitch hit a strike like she bowling
Moncleezy on in poland
We slide in da whip it’s stolen
My punches hit like roman
I got his bank now it’s frozen
Glock on me let it go like frozen
Look at my wrist that shit so frozen
I up on the boy with the stick he frozen
Internet boy why you trolling
Stick big as me but can hold it
The stack in my hand I can’t fold it
You not on shit and I notice
I jugg him he said that I’m bogus
I’m sending these packs through the postal
Fuck with us get whacked with a pistol
My whole team balling like pistons
We light that boy up like a incent We left him smelling
Bro rolled a 3.5 he inhaling
I get the pack lil bitch and I mail it
No scale I eyeball don’t need to scale it
That switch hit that nigga he fell quick
She snorting white now she a pale bitch
I’m getting the pack in the mail bitch
Might triple the bread when I sell bitch
That boy is a L cus he fail bitch
He broke he smoking on tails bitch
You not on shit I can tell it
I’m cooking up crack on a spoon you can smell bitch
We got sticks We don’t play shoot that shit like nba
She suck my dick but she not my bae
Pussy boy you broke that’s not okay