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Froze Up Video (MV)




Performed By: Berner
Featuring: Mozzy, SOB X RBE
Length: 3:24
Written by: Timothy B. Patterson, Juwon Lee, Wayman Barrow




Berner - Froze Up Lyrics
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[ Featuring Mozzy, SOB X RBE ]

Yeah
He a nerd, type of nigga never keep his word
Told my brother I'ma strip him if I see him first
Bought a 'partment for the posse, where we keep the word
I was playing step daddy while the bitch at work
Twerk, VVS's got the hoes alert
My organisation the one control the turf
My star shooting guard, known to go berzerk
It wasn't that many years ago I was just on the turf

Preach, I'm tryna keep my face off a shirt
I'm old school, I'm still running through a bitch's purse
The feelings hurt, I'm stealing work and they still at work
My metro went crazy when they needed purp (for real)
We shut Craigslist down
But bust down loud, don't make no sound
I'm in a lil' town, tryna make my rounds
I got shooters in the lobby if shit go down (uh)

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hiding 'cause they knowing that it's on
Another plate God made, in the foreigns we gon' race
Still going through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sold up
They ain't know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters with and they never froze up

How you say your weed exotic if it ain't Berner pack?
Cookie smoking every 'Wood, it ain't no purp in that
It sucks and this is shit we can't forget it, they gon' learn for that
F*cking the next nigga bitch, I got a urge for that
Could've been switched up, instead I can't be silent
Try to put them drugs down but it's too hard to stop it
Ever since I made a name, stores is hard to shop in
You niggas really bitches, what a f*cking plot twist

Spent twenty thousand on a chain, what you know about it?
Know some niggas want me dead so I can't go without it
How that your nigga if he got caught and he told about it?
These days these niggas ain't living like that
Rented house, spend it all and I made it all back
Free my niggas out that system, they just tryna hold us back
And I don't wanna be a victim so I had to told her straight
And if I could do it again then I wouldn't take it back

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hiding 'cause they knowing that it's on
Another plate God made, in the foreigns we gon' race
Still going through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sold up
They ain't know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters with and they never froze up

I'm still living in a rat race
Yeah, R-I-P the back bitch
She work casino lobbies
And turn tricks while I breathe on loudy
I'm turnt up, I don't need nobody
I'm in this bitch solo
Valentinos with the fresh Polo
Feds pulled me out the plane, had my bitch photo (shh)
We don't talk, yeah, we pay to walk
F*ck a snitch, knock 'em off, let 'em lay in chalk

Playing raw serial number, we scratch it off
I'm tryna ball, plot's two bitches be faggin' off
That bag is soft, got her feeling like she on a hype
Can't go no lower on the pack
Niggas know the price
My state of mind greezy when I'm on the hype
He say the world forgot about him so I rode a kite
Going hard on these bitches, nigga, I'm cold as ice
Dollar might finna paint the Mas' (?) white

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hiding 'cause they knowing that it's on
Another plate God made, in the foreigns we gon' race
Still going through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sold up
They ain't know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters with and they never froze up
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Yeah
He a nerd, type of nigga never keep his word
Told my brother I'ma strip him if I see him first
Bought a 'partment for the posse, where we keep the word
I was playing step daddy while the bitch at work
Twerk, VVS's got the hoes alert
My organisation the one control the turf
My star shooting guard, known to go berzerk
It wasn't that many years ago I was just on the turf

Preach, I'm tryna keep my face off a shirt
I'm old school, I'm still running through a bitch's purse
The feelings hurt, I'm stealing work and they still at work
My metro went crazy when they needed purp (for real)
We shut Craigslist down
But bust down loud, don't make no sound
I'm in a lil' town, tryna make my rounds
I got shooters in the lobby if shit go down (uh)

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hiding 'cause they knowing that it's on
Another plate God made, in the foreigns we gon' race
Still going through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sold up
They ain't know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters with and they never froze up

How you say your weed exotic if it ain't Berner pack?
Cookie smoking every 'Wood, it ain't no purp in that
It sucks and this is shit we can't forget it, they gon' learn for that
F*cking the next nigga bitch, I got a urge for that
Could've been switched up, instead I can't be silent
Try to put them drugs down but it's too hard to stop it
Ever since I made a name, stores is hard to shop in
You niggas really bitches, what a f*cking plot twist

Spent twenty thousand on a chain, what you know about it?
Know some niggas want me dead so I can't go without it
How that your nigga if he got caught and he told about it?
These days these niggas ain't living like that
Rented house, spend it all and I made it all back
Free my niggas out that system, they just tryna hold us back
And I don't wanna be a victim so I had to told her straight
And if I could do it again then I wouldn't take it back

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hiding 'cause they knowing that it's on
Another plate God made, in the foreigns we gon' race
Still going through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sold up
They ain't know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters with and they never froze up

I'm still living in a rat race
Yeah, R-I-P the back bitch
She work casino lobbies
And turn tricks while I breathe on loudy
I'm turnt up, I don't need nobody
I'm in this bitch solo
Valentinos with the fresh Polo
Feds pulled me out the plane, had my bitch photo (shh)
We don't talk, yeah, we pay to walk
F*ck a snitch, knock 'em off, let 'em lay in chalk

Playing raw serial number, we scratch it off
I'm tryna ball, plot's two bitches be faggin' off
That bag is soft, got her feeling like she on a hype
Can't go no lower on the pack
Niggas know the price
My state of mind greezy when I'm on the hype
He say the world forgot about him so I rode a kite
Going hard on these bitches, nigga, I'm cold as ice
Dollar might finna paint the Mas' (?) white

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hiding 'cause they knowing that it's on
Another plate God made, in the foreigns we gon' race
Still going through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sold up
They ain't know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters with and they never froze up
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Writer: Timothy B. Patterson, Juwon Lee, Wayman Barrow
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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