"Fresh Out (Freestyle)" lyrics
Yeah, ya dig, huh, huh
AP on my wrist, look
MG4L, free K Money, nigga
Yeah, uh
'Member that time I walked him down?
Wait, which time? I did too much
You don't get no money, need to hurry up, go get you some
On my block you got no body, need to go and get you one
Only got one baby mama but you niggas all my sons
VLONE tee and Purple jeans, compact .40 fit in 'em
All the nights, I spent sittin' in traps until that shit was done
All the nights, I spent sittin' in cells, wait for my day to come
Up's the only way I'm goin', from me is the way you run
Everybody say I'm hot, uh
Ride 'round with that Glock, uh
Police on my ass, they weren't surprised that I got caught, uh
Lil' bro get that drop, he gon' shoot 'til that bitch cock, uh
Yeah, I was gone a bit, but now I'm back on top, uh
Prometh' in my Gatorade, Kobe how he fade away
Ever got so close, you seen that bullet take his brain away
Bitch, you must be dumb, to fuck with me you gotta pay to play
I came home and heard that switch, it sound like a 808
It's fucked up when you see your dawg turn into a snakey-snake
Funny though, 'cause I'm immune, how you tryna snake a snake?
King Cobra, what it is, hail him up and fuck his bitch
Please don't leave me 'round your lady, she gon' end up suckin' dick
She know that I'm certified 'cause you like to pillow talk
He know that I'm certified 'cause I got his nigga chalked
He say he been trappin' but he never ever seen a fly
Bitch, I'm talkin' birds, we makin' dough just like a pizza shop
Damn, I need a breather, damn
She say I'm evil, damn
She probably right, I'll change my name to Dr. Evil, man
This shit just isn't fair 'cause three years later, still the man
He gon' fly to Neverland, you should call him Peter Pan
DM from my fans, but I ain't fuckin' fans
I got three K's like the Klan
He outdated like he Vans
Fake watches, go get your mans
I'm poppin' fresh out the can
I ain't stoppin' 'til it jam
We not friends, don't shake my hand
Got this AP on my left wrist, Rollie on my other hand
Thought I was finished, but it was really part of the plan
And you can't even go to the hood if I say, "You banned"
And you gon' need to read between the lines to understand
AP on my wrist, look
MG4L, free K Money, nigga
Yeah, uh
'Member that time I walked him down?
Wait, which time? I did too much
You don't get no money, need to hurry up, go get you some
On my block you got no body, need to go and get you one
Only got one baby mama but you niggas all my sons
VLONE tee and Purple jeans, compact .40 fit in 'em
All the nights, I spent sittin' in traps until that shit was done
All the nights, I spent sittin' in cells, wait for my day to come
Up's the only way I'm goin', from me is the way you run
Everybody say I'm hot, uh
Ride 'round with that Glock, uh
Police on my ass, they weren't surprised that I got caught, uh
Lil' bro get that drop, he gon' shoot 'til that bitch cock, uh
Yeah, I was gone a bit, but now I'm back on top, uh
Prometh' in my Gatorade, Kobe how he fade away
Ever got so close, you seen that bullet take his brain away
Bitch, you must be dumb, to fuck with me you gotta pay to play
I came home and heard that switch, it sound like a 808
It's fucked up when you see your dawg turn into a snakey-snake
Funny though, 'cause I'm immune, how you tryna snake a snake?
King Cobra, what it is, hail him up and fuck his bitch
Please don't leave me 'round your lady, she gon' end up suckin' dick
She know that I'm certified 'cause you like to pillow talk
He know that I'm certified 'cause I got his nigga chalked
He say he been trappin' but he never ever seen a fly
Bitch, I'm talkin' birds, we makin' dough just like a pizza shop
Damn, I need a breather, damn
She say I'm evil, damn
She probably right, I'll change my name to Dr. Evil, man
This shit just isn't fair 'cause three years later, still the man
He gon' fly to Neverland, you should call him Peter Pan
DM from my fans, but I ain't fuckin' fans
I got three K's like the Klan
He outdated like he Vans
Fake watches, go get your mans
I'm poppin' fresh out the can
I ain't stoppin' 'til it jam
We not friends, don't shake my hand
Got this AP on my left wrist, Rollie on my other hand
Thought I was finished, but it was really part of the plan
And you can't even go to the hood if I say, "You banned"
And you gon' need to read between the lines to understand
