Put these MC's on deep freeze Yeah, I roll deep on these Using my name for a dead bit of fame, tryna get up in the game, yeah right nigga, fuck that Stormz' ain't grime and Stormz' ain't clash, look don't be fooled 'cause the war ting, I love that Call

Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts Lemonade in shade with my feet up Lemons on my face watch 'em freeze up Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup Lemon Purple Wayne said them freeze cup Whats up baby,

Story of a quarryman If I could freeze time in my own hands The precious disgrace from my own hands I brought this on by my own hands Gonna buy me a bucket and a hammer of nails Board up the windows and head for the trails And that's what I get for

You're you're our peace, hear me shout As we go up and down Hell could freeze over now Last one, just one more dance Not in, not in, uh-uh Hell could freeze (hell could freeze) over now (over now) Uh I wrote this to tell you how much I'm missing you And

Pull up drop top with a eater (skrrt) two seater (skrrt) New bitch wanna fuck to my AP (AP, ice) new freezer (ice) I woke up thinkin' 'bout bands (bands) Pull up drop top with a eater (yeah) two seater (skrrt, skrrt) My bitch too foreign, need a visa

This beer in my hand is just enough courage To say what I'm feeling Cause you got me all nervous Just like you do every time You're lookin' like that I freeze up and I take another sip Lean in a little closer like this What you got me sayin'

You’re you’re our peace, hear me shout As we go up and down Hell could freeze over now (We go, we go up and down) Last one, just one more dance (You make my heart do flush) (Till I forger about) (Turn me inside out) Hell could freeze (Hell could freeze)

Young and bad All my bitches young and bad (young and bad) P-P-Pull up in that Wraith, and make these bitches pledge allegiance Flood my neck with so much ice, my heart done turned into a freezer Count up them racks (count up them racks) Run up a sack