Refrigerated (feat. Luh Tyler) E

Mm, mm. G Bass. D-Dago. Nigga ice cold, ayy, I'm refrigerated. They let my nigga out the cell, he liberated. Pull up on your block, you get eliminated. That mean everybody dead, obliterated. Chain cold, ice cold, wrist froze too. I like white bitches, Black bitches, mixed hoes too. Scamming on your phone, did that shit go through? Sucking on that dick till her face go blue. I got Eastside low bottom hoes, I got tops Here. He said that he got a lot of Hoes, but they not here. Cappin' on the 'gram, you get ran and get Stopped here. You don't want no smoke, you a Fan, don't get popped here. I'm Memphis Youngin' Down the city, making millis on the coast. I got bread, I got butter, if you reach, You gettin' toast. I'm connecting with my bloods, Tappin' in with my locs. Yeah, GG5 bitch, I be looking for the smoke. Nigga ice cold, ayy, I'm refrigerated. They let my nigga out the cell, he liberated. Pull up on your block, you get eliminated. That mean everybody dead, obliterated. I ball on Hall of Fame, I been the Greatest. Yeah. Smokin' different strains, Got me lookin' Asian. Alright. You hatin' on the kid, I'm Hennessy. Uh. I fucked the bitch last night, I don't Do no waitin'. Don't care. Pulled up with a Barbie doll, I'm her Ken Today. Told her I wouldn't break her heart, Did it anyway. I I ain't never thought that I would've made it. I would've Now I'm flyin' Out of state, me and Whitney late. And Whitney late. Nigga, steak and lobster at the Dinner table. Ten bands what my smile cost, Man, that's for the haters. I need every dollar, I want all the paper. I want all the paper. If it ain't about No money, I'ma call you later. I'ma call you later. All these bands, I don't Know what to do with it. Got a whole lot of P50s and them blues With me. And Hit the bitch one time, Then I'm through with it. Yeah, You don't got No money on your mind, boy, you too silly. You I'm already high, I'm just boosting it. I'm just Every ho that side end up boo With me. End boo with me. Walked in the Jewelry store and I blew fifty. I blew fifty. How many bands you got? I got too many. I got too many. Ayy, ayy. How many bands you got? I got too many. Yeah, Yeah. How many hoes you got? I got too many. Yeah, no cap, ayy. How many chains you bought? I bought too many. You nigga, no cap, I bought many chains, I Got too many hoes. I got too many bands, Yeah, ayy, ski.