Freeze lyrics

[Intro: Kelz]
Got me froze up
Bout my bread, like a cold cut
Aye, aye, aye

[Verse 1: Kelz]
All this ice got me froze up (sheesh)
I be all about my bread like a cold cut (yeah)
Now you mad cause she chose us
Big rubber bands when we showed up
God damn, I done pulled up with the doors up (with the doors up)
The water wasn't hot enough, I turned the stove up (woah)
Put the fire to his chest, burnt his soul up (burnt his soul up)
n*ggas be on Instagram talkin' so much (damn)
But if it's issues we don't run to social media (nah)
I'ma pop up where you at, n*gga I'm seeing ya' (n*gga I'm seeing ya')
You have my number, could've called me if you had a grudge
'Cause I ain't ever been the type to show fake love (woah)
And I ain't beefin' with no n*gga, I ain't got sh*t to gain (I ain't got sh*t to gain)
'Cause I don't give a f*ck about you and your b*tch lane (what)
Shawty said, "Damn Kelz, you be actin' out" (yeah)
I said, "Yeah baby, real n*ggas back in style" (back in style)
How many n*ggas can say that they bought they mom a house
n*ggas thought I stole it from a farm, I got the llama out
Everywhere I go, you see me flexin' with the commas out
Choppa sleep a n*gga, had to go get the pajamas out
[Chorus: Kelz]
When they ask what I'm doing, I be getting rich
If she text me after twelve then she getting hit
They ain't who they say they is, they be faking it
If your b*tch was a nurse then I'm faking sick (Woooo)
This a lot of cheese
All these hundred dollar bills, got a lot of these
Heard them say I'm getting touched, lil' n*gga please
Stick 'em up for a ship, make a n*gga freeze

[Verse 2: DBangz]
Y'all worry 'bout a bag, I'm just tryna get my skatin' up (I'm tryna skate)
b*tches hit my line like, "DBangz I just can't wait to f*ck" (she's tryna smash)
Call me after twelve, then you know she got her ankles up (f*ck me)
Rappin' n*ggas ducking disses, you know they not safe from us (they not safe)
All my new sh*t got the whole crowd shaking up (they shook)
Don't think that these n*ggas balling, they ain't got they payments up (they broke)
I just know a few, it's kinda hard for them to change it up (hell no)
I take Ugly God b*tch and hit her with that anal touch (god damn)
Y'all don't know, but I'm the one he send his paper to (damn)
I'm seventeen and told him we can box it out on pay per view (what's up)
He on the phone like, "n*gga I don't even want to anger you" (I ain't mad)
"I'll let you run my pockets, you could even take a chain or two" (ching ching ching)
Damn, all that money wasn't changing you
Why you hella musty and your b*tch built like a kangaroo (you lame)
I know her fingernails long, you let her touch your anus too (bro)
You strapped up like a dyke, well I'ma show you what this thang'll do
[Chorus: Kelz & DBangz]
When they ask what I'm doing, I be getting rich (getting rich)
If she text me after twelve then she getting hit (she getting hit)
They ain't who they say they is, they be faking it (these n*ggas fake)
If your b*tch was a nurse then I'm faking sick
This a lot of cheese
All these hundred dollar bills, got a lot of these
Heard them say I'm getting touched, lil' n*gga please
Stick 'em up for a ship, make a n*gga freeze