Froze Up by Berner & Mozzy Lyrics

Quote from the song “Froze Up” by Berner & Mozzy

Yeah, he a nerd, type a 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 work
I was playing step daddy while the bitch at work
Twerk, VVS's got the hoes alert
My organization the one control the turf (Yeah)
My star shootin' guard known to go berzerk (Yeah)
It wasn't that many years ago I was just on the turf

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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “Froze Up”

• Featuring: SOB X RBE
• Produced: Traxx FDR
• Written: Traxx FDR, Yhung T.O., DaBoii, Mozzy, Berner
• Release Date: February 1, 2019

Perfect Lyrics of the Song “Froze Up” Released in 2019

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[Verse 1: Mozzy]

Yeah, he a nerd, type a 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 work
I was playing step daddy while the bitch at work
Twerk, VVS's got the hoes alert
My organization the one control the turf (Yeah)
My star shootin' guard known to go berzerk (Yeah)
It wasn't that many years ago I was just on the turf

[Verse 2: Berner]

Preach, I'm tryna keep my face off a shirt
I'm old school, I'm still runnin' through a bitches purse (Run it up)
They feelings hurt, I'm sellin' work and they still at work (What's up?)
My Metro went crazy when they needed purp (For real)
We shut Craigslist down (Down)
My bust down loud, they don't make no sound (No sound)
I'm in a lil' town, tryna make my rounds
I got shooters in the lobby if the shit go down, yeah

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hidin' 'cause they knowin' that it's on
Another play done got made, in them foreigns we gon' race
And still goin' through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sewed up
They ain’t know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters wit' me and they never froze up

[Verse 3: DaBoii]

How you say your weed exotic if it ain't Berner pack?
Cookie smoke in every 'wood, it ain't no purp in that
You suckas did some shit we can't forget and they gon' learn for that
Fuckin' the next nigga bitch, I got a urge for that
Coulda been switched up, instead I kept it solid
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 fuckin' plot twist

[Verse 4: Yhung T.O.]

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 livin' like that
Ran it up, spend it all and I made it all back
Free my niggas out that system, they just tryna hold us back
And I ain't wanna be a victim so I had to tote a strap
And if I could do it again, then I wouldn't take it back

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hidin' 'cause they knowin' that it's on
Another play done got made, in them foreigns we gon' race
And still goin' through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sewed up
They ain’t know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters wit' me and they never froze up

[Verse 5: Berner]

I'm still livin' in a rat race
Yeah, RIP to Backpage
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 (I'm bolo)
Valentinos with the fresh polo (Ooh)
Fed pulled me off the plane, had my bitch photo (Shh)
We don't talk, yeah, we pay to walk
Fuck a snitch, knock 'em off, let 'em lay in chalk

[Verse 6: Mozzy]

Play it raw, serial number, we scratch it off
I'm tryna ball, prostitute bitches be faggin' off
That bag is soft, got her feeling like she on a hype
Can't go no lower on the pack, you niggas know the price
My state of mind greasy when I'm on the hype
He say the world forgot about him so I wrote a kite
Goin' hard on these bitches, nigga, I'm cold as ice
Dolemite finna paint the Mozzy all the white

[Chorus: Yhung T.O.]

I got money to get made, plug on my phone
And them niggas been hidin' 'cause they knowin' that it's on
Another play done got made, in them foreigns we gon' race
And still goin' through pain, you can see it in my face
I just roll up, got it sewed up
They ain’t know about me then, now they know us
I just roll up, never fold up
Got some shooters wit' me and they never froze up