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Freshito
GENRE
Welcome to my reality , run it up hourly , sprint to da stacks , I’m my own boss in da trap I got perks but it ain’t come wit no salary , smoking on celery , da loud got my blunt yelling , screaming Nd hollering
Rap on the beat Nd it sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it
Word to the mother ship
Cuz I’m out the sky for real
Gifted way too different I must not be of this realm
Nigga pearling woods don’t give no fuck about a stem , in this bitch wit broski Nd sum thugs can’t leave out gang nd dem dule hill
Cuz these niggas really actors
Get around da bitches Nd they turn into sum trappers
I really came up out thе trenches I ain’t have no laddеr had to get it out the mud
I did it thuggin cuz it’s faster
At niggas necks I feel like a chiropractor
Jus want the sex you can keep lil shortie after
We in a session all you hear is gas Nd laughter , issa vibe issa vibe she a vibe I’m finna crash her
Eatin boujee bitches off a silver platter
Fuck her quickly I ain’t tryna pitter patter
She said we talk but I ain’t wit the chitter chatter
Outlined in chalk dey knocked his head off made it splatter
Hit the kush I’m in a coma now I’m living inna dream , look in the mirror see it clearer , is dat him or is it me
Either way dat boy da king
Any day I’m serving fiends
Billy Russell phone got rings , I get it in by any means
Off the muscle , off the schemes , come wit money issa green
Ain’t tryna tussle , here’s a beam , ain’t wanna fuck her popped a bean
Can’t let nothing in between
Me Nd me including me
Scheme D M me aye Freshie
It’s been a second here’s sum beats
Couple months went by at least
I said let’s work he said agreed
I’m a pit without no lease
All my whips ain’t got no lease
I be speeding drinking lean , see me speeding thru the streets , freshito where you goin g
A
Irreality
Welcome to my reality , run it up hourly , sprint to da stacks , I’m my own boss in da trap I got perks but it ain’t come wit no salary , smoking on celery , da loud got my blunt yelling , screaming Nd hollering
Rap on the beat
Sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it
Word to the mother ship
Rap on the beat Nd it sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it
Word to the mother ship
Cuz I’m out the sky for real
Gifted way too different I must not be of this realm
Nigga pearling woods don’t give no fuck about a stem , in this bitch wit broski Nd sum thugs can’t leave out gang nd dem dule hill
Cuz these niggas really actors
Get around da bitches Nd they turn into sum trappers
I really came up out thе trenches I ain’t have no laddеr had to get it out the mud
I did it thuggin cuz it’s faster
At niggas necks I feel like a chiropractor
Jus want the sex you can keep lil shortie after
We in a session all you hear is gas Nd laughter , issa vibe issa vibe she a vibe I’m finna crash her
Eatin boujee bitches off a silver platter
Fuck her quickly I ain’t tryna pitter patter
She said we talk but I ain’t wit the chitter chatter
Outlined in chalk dey knocked his head off made it splatter
Hit the kush I’m in a coma now I’m living inna dream , look in the mirror see it clearer , is dat him or is it me
Either way dat boy da king
Any day I’m serving fiends
Billy Russell phone got rings , I get it in by any means
Off the muscle , off the schemes , come wit money issa green
Ain’t tryna tussle , here’s a beam , ain’t wanna fuck her popped a bean
Can’t let nothing in between
Me Nd me including me
Scheme D M me aye Freshie
It’s been a second here’s sum beats
Couple months went by at least
I said let’s work he said agreed
I’m a pit without no lease
All my whips ain’t got no lease
I be speeding drinking lean , see me speeding thru the streets , freshito where you goin g
A
Irreality
Welcome to my reality , run it up hourly , sprint to da stacks , I’m my own boss in da trap I got perks but it ain’t come wit no salary , smoking on celery , da loud got my blunt yelling , screaming Nd hollering
Rap on the beat
Sound like I’m stumbling , fumbling da bag can’t never do nun of it , hit woods when I rap that’s just for the blunt of it
Word to the mother ship
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