"Fresh Out" lyrics
Gotta make sure Jay ain't give this bitch away, haha
Feelin' freer than a bird in the sky floatin'
They all prayed on my downfall, it was an eye-openin'
I'm rollin' up every minute, I don't wan' die sober
Know this chain and this fame ain't nothin' to die over
Lil' nigga, tighten up or try your luck
Nigga spill your blood and they gon' ripe it up
Life goes on, came from the mud, then they indicted us
Put a ring on it, bought me a new rifle, you know I'm ridin', huh
And I can't wait to spray up at this bitch, whoever Spider up
I forever bang that 8, say they send tears down his face
One of them was some years, ain't say free him, they was hidin' fed cases
I got off the meds, baby, and cut off the dead weight
God got me, yeah, I'm straight, I'm a prophet in the way
Give a fuck if they see my vision, they ain't blockin' it
Give a fuck if they see my vision, they ain't stoppin' it
If they get in the way of this mission, I'ma come and bomb the bitch
I do this shit for my children, what the fuck is competition?
They tellin' lies
Tryna make me be somebody that I ain't, false identify
That bag got a new collection, used to guide her in the wintertime
Bitch, I'm suited like I'm Louis Farrakhan
Oh, she a rare one, stallion, shine like my medallion
It's summertime and them hoes runnin' to the winning side
Heard the club jumpin', but she bummy, she can't get a ride
She gon' call her bestie like, "Get dressed, bitch, let's go outside"
It's hot outchea, but the heater on me like the snow outside
How you scared to come outchea and your ho outside?
Got my FN like the wind, I'ma blow outside
Count up that money, gotta go, I got some more outside
Paid my own bond, walked out that bitch, bulletproof truck, mama and bro outside
Me and my bitch vibin' in the Virgin Islands
Flew back to Dallas on layover, bitch, I wouldn't drive in
Stepped off the plane, walked through the tunnel, that's when them bitches got me
Picture 12 surroundin' Hussein like he was Bin Laden
Fifty-ball, lawyer paid, I ain't worried 'bout it
Ain't got no money problems, bitch, I'm still ballin'
Next day, my feet was on land in New Orleans
Told that bitch Coop I need that drop-top Maybach and that R8 Audi
He replied, "Luwhop, you retarded"
Clicked over, told him, "Hold on, my nigga Cone callin'"
Woo, what's up, TEC? Music got, um, boy, you straight out there?
Mhm, you already know it, bitch, I'm holdin' it down, feel me?
Solid gangster shit, man, you know me, 24/7
On one, not the two, but might be on three, bitch, not no tellin' with me, you heard me?
Feelin' freer than a bird in the sky floatin'
They all prayed on my downfall, it was an eye-openin'
I'm rollin' up every minute, I don't wan' die sober
Know this chain and this fame ain't nothin' to die over
Lil' nigga, tighten up or try your luck
Nigga spill your blood and they gon' ripe it up
Life goes on, came from the mud, then they indicted us
Put a ring on it, bought me a new rifle, you know I'm ridin', huh
And I can't wait to spray up at this bitch, whoever Spider up
I forever bang that 8, say they send tears down his face
One of them was some years, ain't say free him, they was hidin' fed cases
I got off the meds, baby, and cut off the dead weight
God got me, yeah, I'm straight, I'm a prophet in the way
Give a fuck if they see my vision, they ain't blockin' it
Give a fuck if they see my vision, they ain't stoppin' it
If they get in the way of this mission, I'ma come and bomb the bitch
I do this shit for my children, what the fuck is competition?
They tellin' lies
Tryna make me be somebody that I ain't, false identify
That bag got a new collection, used to guide her in the wintertime
Bitch, I'm suited like I'm Louis Farrakhan
Oh, she a rare one, stallion, shine like my medallion
It's summertime and them hoes runnin' to the winning side
Heard the club jumpin', but she bummy, she can't get a ride
She gon' call her bestie like, "Get dressed, bitch, let's go outside"
It's hot outchea, but the heater on me like the snow outside
How you scared to come outchea and your ho outside?
Got my FN like the wind, I'ma blow outside
Count up that money, gotta go, I got some more outside
Paid my own bond, walked out that bitch, bulletproof truck, mama and bro outside
Me and my bitch vibin' in the Virgin Islands
Flew back to Dallas on layover, bitch, I wouldn't drive in
Stepped off the plane, walked through the tunnel, that's when them bitches got me
Picture 12 surroundin' Hussein like he was Bin Laden
Fifty-ball, lawyer paid, I ain't worried 'bout it
Ain't got no money problems, bitch, I'm still ballin'
Next day, my feet was on land in New Orleans
Told that bitch Coop I need that drop-top Maybach and that R8 Audi
He replied, "Luwhop, you retarded"
Clicked over, told him, "Hold on, my nigga Cone callin'"
Woo, what's up, TEC? Music got, um, boy, you straight out there?
Mhm, you already know it, bitch, I'm holdin' it down, feel me?
Solid gangster shit, man, you know me, 24/7
On one, not the two, but might be on three, bitch, not no tellin' with me, you heard me?
