Fat Trel - Fresh Lyrics
Double M, we’re the bestStill shooting where your chest atMy pinky ring go rockyMy little ***** 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 thatSo many semi bullet holes I regret thatScratch that, run it back like an A trackNigga, I’m fresh, RockieSay the police try stopping meI got nextI know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this‘Cause I’m fresh, RockieSay the police try stopping meI got nextI know them lame ass niggas gonna copy thisI’m in Chicago with rondoSmoking dope in fredo condoI just got a new RolexStill got no time for the convoThe way I pull the gas out the bagShit stink real badYou would think I had a lawn mow100 round chopper on the floorWhat the ***** a nigga like me need an alarm for?Pull up on a strip in a 006Hit a switch bullshit, and I can flip a brick quickCouple handbags and a pair of red bottomsAnd a flight and a dick is what a ***** getSee me when I slide 45 on my sideIf I lie I’mma die, I’m richKiller in my eyes, I’m just tryna stay aliveIf I ride for my side I’m with itI’m the best, I’m the fresh, get with it30 shot clip leave a nigga lip zippedSlutty boys shit, we live this shitWhen I first met Rockie my gift was thisShitTake a nigga life with the left right wristIn the heat of the night I’mma shine light brightSquad on my arm and I’m balling like LeBronBut I really want rings like MikeYou can try but I really don’t fightDrinking lean, finna catch me a flightI got a new young ***** I likeYou know I’m tryna eat the ***** real slightI told juice boo, come spend the nightI got a new coupe that you just might likeIf she let me through I’mma do like vikeMaybach so I know she like itDouble M, we’re the bestStill shooting where your chest atMy pinky ring go rockyMy little ***** 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 thatSo many semi bullet holes I regret thatScratch that, run it back like an A trackNigga, I’m fresh, RockieSay the police try stopping meI got nextI know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this‘Cause I’m fresh, RockieSay the police try stopping meI got nextI know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this‘Cause I came from the dopeAnd I’m fresh as a *****Niggas be talking but ***** it, I’m richThey don’t get the swing ‘cause they not in the pitchI don’t give a *****, is it wrong to admit?Benjamin Franklin, Benjamin WilsonCan I ball for the children?You ever pay bills for your family?I swear it’s a wonderful feelingLike why you think young niggas hustle?Is momma worth getting in troubleSee, we gotta fight, gotta scuffle‘Cause life is a ***** and it ain’t got no muzzleThese niggas be barking, they so out of line‘Cause it’s harder to stay in the marginNow they calling on meBut this shit is just deadAnd I am not in need of no chargerI am the 2Pac…Are you aware of the shit that you starting?Are you clear on the costs?Shit getting found and shit getting lostPlease talk to us in the right toneWe’re just tryna live our life longGet paid on the right soulPost up, smoke blunts on the ride homeNow I don’t even know why you wanna start thatYou should be running with us with the top backWe can be overseas with a *****We can french her, we ain’t gotta ask her to pop thatNiggas ain’t gonna get itYou know I’mma guess thatBut I was only tryna winAnd I just hope you respect thatDouble M, we’re the bestStill shooting where your chest atMy pinky ring go rockyMy little ***** 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 thatSo many semi bullet holes I regret thatScratch that, run it back like an A trackNigga, I’m fresh, RockieSay the police try stopping meI got nextI know them lame ass niggas gonna copy this‘Cause I’m fresh, RockieSay the police try stopping meI got nextI know them lame ass niggas gonna copy thisStill shooting where your chest atMy pinky ring go rockyMy little ***** 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 thatSo many semi bullet holes I regret thatScratch that, run it back like an A trackNigga, I’m freshNigga, I’m fresh
