Fat Trel - Fresh lyrics

Double M, we’re the best

Still shooting where your chest at

My pinky ring go rocky

My little bitch like where that nigga fresh at?

Where the racks, where the stacks, where the checks at?

Drop a stack, leave him dead where he left that

So many semi bullet holes I regret that

Scratch that, run it back like an A track

Nigga, I’m fresh, Rockie

Say the police try stopping me

I got next

I know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this

‘Cause I’m fresh, Rockie

Say the police try stopping me

I got next

I know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this

I’m in Chicago with rondo

Smoking dope in fredo condo

I just got a new Rolex

Still got no time for the convo

The way I pull the gas out the bag

Shit stink real bad

You would think I had a lawn mow

100 round chopper on the floor

What the fuck a nigga like me need an alarm for?

Pull up on a strip in a 006

Hit a switch bullshit, and I can flip a brick quick

Couple handbags and a pair of red bottoms

And a flight and a dick is what a bitch get

See me when I slide 45 on my side

If I lie I’mma die, I’m rich

Killer in my eyes, I’m just tryna stay alive

If I ride for my side I’m with it

I’m the best, I’m the fresh, get with it

30 shot clip leave a nigga lip zipped

Slutty boys shit, we live this shit

When I first met Rockie my gift was this

Shit

Take a nigga life with the left right wrist

In the heat of the night I’mma shine light bright

Squad on my arm and I’m balling like LeBron

But I really want rings like Mike

You can try but I really don’t fight

Drinking lean, finna catch me a flight

I got a new young bitch I like

You know I’m tryna eat the pussy real slight

I told juice boo, come spend the night

I got a new coupe that you just might like

If she let me through I’mma do like vike

Maybach so I know she like it

Double M, we’re the best

Still shooting where your chest at

My pinky ring go rocky

My little bitch like where that nigga fresh at?

Where the racks, where the stacks, where the checks at?

Drop a stack, leave him dead where he left that

So many semi bullet holes I regret that

Scratch that, run it back like an A track

Nigga, I’m fresh, Rockie

Say the police try stopping me

I got next

I know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this

‘Cause I’m fresh, Rockie

Say the police try stopping me

I got next

I know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this

‘Cause I came from the dope

And I’m fresh as a bitch

Niggas be talking but fuck it, I’m rich

They don’t get the swing ‘cause they not in the pitch

I don’t give a fuck, is it wrong to admit?

Benjamin Franklin, Benjamin Wilson

Can I ball for the children?

You ever pay bills for your family?

I swear it’s a wonderful feeling

Like why you think young niggas hustle?

Is momma worth getting in trouble

See, we gotta fight, gotta scuffle

‘Cause life is a bitch and it ain’t got no muzzle

These niggas be barking, they so out of line

‘Cause it’s harder to stay in the margin

Now they calling on me

But this shit is just dead

And I am not in need of no charger

I am the 2Pac…

Are you aware of the shit that you starting?

Are you clear on the costs?

Shit getting found and shit getting lost

Please talk to us in the right tone

We’re just tryna live our life long

Get paid on the right soul

Post up, smoke blunts on the ride home

Now I don’t even know why you wanna start that

You should be running with us with the top back

We can be overseas with a bitch

We can french her, we ain’t gotta ask her to pop that

Niggas ain’t gonna get it

You know I’mma guess that

But I was only tryna win

And I just hope you respect that

Double M, we’re the best

Still shooting where your chest at

My pinky ring go rocky

My little bitch like where that nigga fresh at?

Where the racks, where the stacks, where the checks at?

Drop a stack, leave him dead where he left that

So many semi bullet holes I regret that

Scratch that, run it back like an A track

Nigga, I’m fresh, Rockie

Say the police try stopping me

I got next

I know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this

‘Cause I’m fresh, Rockie

Say the police try stopping me

I got next

I know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this

Still shooting where your chest at

My pinky ring go rocky

My little bitch like where that nigga fresh at?

Where the racks, where the stacks, where the checks at?

Drop a stack, leave him dead where he left that

So many semi bullet holes I regret that

Scratch that, run it back like an A track

Nigga, I’m fresh

Nigga, I’m fresh