Fresh to Death
I'm fresh to death, call me the grim reaper
It's like I kicked, got a goal, it's Fifa
More like madden with digits I'm adding
Cause I fucked bitches, from here to Manhattan
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Keep it a hunnid, yeah I'm head huntin
Grab the scope, on these bitches I'm stuntin
I'm beatin everyone in the game
Lookin for the fame
That's my bitch
Yeah you know that I claim
Cause I'm on top
Cause I got it lock
Know I won't stop
On your block I milly rock
Yeah I keep the glock
Yeah I keep it cocked
If you test me then you know it's pop.
I do it everyday
I don't really play
Cause I'm gettin too old to deal with the games
It ain't 2K
What I gotta say
SAT, test me you gonna pay
I'm fresh to death, call me the grim reaper
It's like I kicked, got a goal, it's Fifa
More like madden with digits I'm adding
Cause I fucked bitches, from here to Manhattan
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
You just got a ticket to the million dollar ice show
Starring yours truly, me, myself, and I though
You can hear me wherever you are, iHome
I'll steal your bitch and take her to my home
Cause it's what I do
Bitch it's old news
I'm a trendsetter, what I do it's new
Yeah you know it's true
I'm sick like a flu
Look at all my ice, call me a cold brew
I'm hot like coffee
Kiss your bitch softly
So she'll get on top and give me that sloppy
I'm talking that toppy
Getting sticky like toffee
And when she finished, got me feeling like a zombie
I'm fresh to death, call me the grim reaper
It's like I kicked, got a goal, it's Fifa
More like madden with digits I'm adding
Cause I fucked bitches, from here to Manhattan
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
It's like I kicked, got a goal, it's Fifa
More like madden with digits I'm adding
Cause I fucked bitches, from here to Manhattan
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Keep it a hunnid, yeah I'm head huntin
Grab the scope, on these bitches I'm stuntin
I'm beatin everyone in the game
Lookin for the fame
That's my bitch
Yeah you know that I claim
Cause I'm on top
Cause I got it lock
Know I won't stop
On your block I milly rock
Yeah I keep the glock
Yeah I keep it cocked
If you test me then you know it's pop.
I do it everyday
I don't really play
Cause I'm gettin too old to deal with the games
It ain't 2K
What I gotta say
SAT, test me you gonna pay
I'm fresh to death, call me the grim reaper
It's like I kicked, got a goal, it's Fifa
More like madden with digits I'm adding
Cause I fucked bitches, from here to Manhattan
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
You just got a ticket to the million dollar ice show
Starring yours truly, me, myself, and I though
You can hear me wherever you are, iHome
I'll steal your bitch and take her to my home
Cause it's what I do
Bitch it's old news
I'm a trendsetter, what I do it's new
Yeah you know it's true
I'm sick like a flu
Look at all my ice, call me a cold brew
I'm hot like coffee
Kiss your bitch softly
So she'll get on top and give me that sloppy
I'm talking that toppy
Getting sticky like toffee
And when she finished, got me feeling like a zombie
I'm fresh to death, call me the grim reaper
It's like I kicked, got a goal, it's Fifa
More like madden with digits I'm adding
Cause I fucked bitches, from here to Manhattan
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
Count the dough, run it hoe, it's one hunnid though
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Writer(s): Caleb Cesanek
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