Refrigerated (feat. Luh Tyler) (Explicit) - OhGeesy/Luh Tyler
Lyrics by：OhGeesy/Luh Tyler/Norman"Monster Norm" Lewis
Composed by：OhGeesy/Luh Tyler/Norman"Monster Norm" Lewis
Produced by：Diego Ave/Chambers
Yeah
Uh
Chambers
D-Diego
Nigga ice cold ayy I'm refrigerated
They let my nigga out the cell he liberated
Pull up on your block you get eliminated
Brrt
That mean everybody dead obliterated
Chain cold ice cold wrist froze too
Woah woah
I like white ******* black ******* mixed h*es too
Yeah
Scammin' on your phone did that **** go through
Brrt
She suckin' on that d**k 'til her face go blue
I got Eastside low bottom h*es I got top tier
Top tier
He said that he got a lotta h*es but they not here
Where they at
Cappin' on the 'Gram you'll get ran and got stopped here
Bah
You don't want no smoke you a fan don't get popped here
I'm known for shuttin' down the city makin' millis on the coast
I got bread I got butter if you reach you gettin' toast
Yeah
I'm connectin' with my Bloods tappin' in with my Locs
Yeah Geesy fireman I be lookin' 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
Brrt
That mean everybody dead obliterated
Skii
I'm ballin' on hall of fame I been the greatest
Yeah
Smokin' different strands got me lookin' Asian
On God
He hatin' on the kid I'm hittin' his lady
Ugh
I **** the ***** first night I don't do no waitin'
No cap
Pulled up with a Barbie doll I'm her Ken today
I'm her Ken today
Told her I wouldn't break her heart did it anyway
I did it anyway
Nigga ain't never thought that I would've made it
That I would've made it
Now I'm flyin' out of state meetin' with the label
Meetin' with the label
Nigga now it's steak and lobster at the dinner table
At the dinner table
Ten bands what my smile cost man this for all the haters
Skii
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 pink fifties and them blues with me
And them blues with me
Hit the ***** one time then I'm through with it
Then I'm through with it
You don't got no money on your mind boy you too silly
Boy you too silly
I'm already high I'm just boostin' it
I'm just boostin' it
Got my 22 up on my side in the booth with me
In the booth with me
Walked in the jewelry store and I blew fifty
And I blew fifty
How many bands you got
I got too many
I got too many
Yeah ayy what
Ayy
How many bands you got
I got too many
Yeah yeah yeah ayy
How many h*es you got
I got too many
Yeah gang no cap
Ayy
How many chains you bought
I bought too many
Nigga no cap I bought too many chains I got too many h*es
I got too many bands nigga
Yeah ayy skii
