Gotta Blast

Fresh Monies
I be goin dummy
Gas leave you deaf honey
All about the shmoney, like I'm Bobby
Couple niggas Rowdy
Really I be chilled up, pilled up
Like a pilgrim
I'm atcha fuckin brim
Niggas know what I stand for like a fucking acronym
Niggas don't want no smoke like cancer
My pack a dancer, my bitch a yeller
I came from the bottom
Looked up saw the cellar
Hyphie on a hyper ass beat
Never had Nikes on feet
But I did have a pair of fusions back in school
Niggas ain't even lose em
But these niggas
Yeah they losing
Sip lean, no snoozing
Zip me, I poof it
Fuck who you in cahoots wit
And yo coolest student
That's what my mood is
And you know I can't change
Same nigga
Old gang
New killa
New flame
New body
No name
Switch lanes, inna range
Feeling like
Currensay
Currently
I'm the link
Cuz my niggas finna eat
Bitch I be up in the D
Ask around they know me

Imma let dis bitch breathe
Imma let dis bitch breathe
Freshie, MonieS
Put this on repeat cuz
This shit is straight heat

Hardly ever run unless I'm tryna chase a sack
Brand new bitch she boujee and her booty
Super fat
I be ballin hard and all you niggas balls on flat
I put dick up in yo broad
But after that you can have her back
Remember when I used to trap
Well bitch I'm back up in da trap
They say that life a bitch brack from the back pass to the block
Her dude like gimme my bitch back
Call his ass gimme cuz he got shot
Niggas wanted little fresh to turn it up a notch
Ah ahh
Got a lil bitch stuck to me like I'm Scotch
She drinking the kid, my chains on
I'm Freshie on the rocks
Fat ass nugs up in the woods dem bitches look like rocks
Niggas funny than Chris Rock
Can't be buddy buddy wit niggas cuz ya crowd a turn into ya opps



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Writer(s): Ra'id Freshie
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