Chain Out The Freezer

Lyrics

[Chorus: AllStar JR] I put my chain in the freezer, phone bang, need a beaper [?] in Flint, all the caine out in Beecher Niggas changed on they mans, threw some change to the reper Slaied me a demon, when she came, I was leaving [Verse 1: Louie Ray] Cup dark, [?] like some push start 2024, [?] chrome heart I've been touching on expensive hoes [?] charts I can't play outside, unless I'm on my own park I can't do no business with you, less I own my own part to it People pay me for this work, you know it's art to it Guns out, leaving out the venuе, all the cars moving I can't go out like nobody elsе, they want the stars losing Summertime is hot, I'm in [?] You can't make another this, it ain't no substituting I got rocks around my wrist, without no contribution We got spots around this bitch, but not no spot for Louie [Verse 2: AllStar JR] Benz black, seats red, in the six [?] Three niggas in the ride, we got six poles Fuck a bitch, she ask for something, then I switch hoesGet some money, see how far a broke nigga bitch goes Know I work my [?] wrist and chest [?] Relationship a reck, right Finna get you left, right I can't give her longterm, bitch, let's have a blessed night She looking for her next nut, I'm looking up the next flight I put up about seven fifty, [?] on seven [?] Cubans always tangled up, I'm getting better with them Quit checking for them lame niggas, that ain't never with me Need to leave that bitch alone, you ain't doing better with her [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] I got my own shit, I don't need [?] nigga He was acting all cocky, til the FNN hit him [?] in my squad, I'll tell my niggas get him Taking pictures with them bitches, we done already hit them Wake up, put a hundred in my denim Type of nigga talk down to the hoes, you need a pillo This ain't [?] my wood, bitch, I'm smoking on some skittles Brodie sell so much dog, he bought a kennel That nigga play with YSR, you better kill him It's a switch on this bitch, it hit everybody with him You be hanging with a rat, Stuert Little Westbrook with this bag, I'm tryna tripple [Chorus: AllStar JR] I put my chain in the freezer, phone bang, need a beaper [?] in Flint, all the caine out in Beecher Niggas changed on they mans, threw some change to the reper Slaied me a demon, when she came, I was leaving [Outro] Welcome to Get A Bag Records