Fresh

Lyrics

Chyea, ay, yuh, Lofty Yeah, Metro Zu Slikk on the beat, niggga [Verse 1: Lofty 305] Lofty, I'ma smoke a J I'ma find a bitch, I'ma run the game Hash block, hash block, bitch, pass it on Take one hit after that a nigga gone What I'm sipping on? A couple 32s Get drunk, get high, vibe with the Zu Step up in the club, Zu in that bitch And these half stupid hoes can't handle their shit No ID, but a nigga been faded Hey bitch, that's my song playing Yeah, that's right, I'm Lofty All the hoes want a nigga like Lofty I'ma hit the dance floor, I'ma break it down Fruity kush in my pocket I'ma break it down Bitch grinding on my dick I'ma break her down And the ho bringing daddy all the fucking paper now, chyea [Hook: Ruben Slikk] Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through Catch a nigga outside sipping 32s Fresh, hoes know I'm that Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through Catch a nigga outside sipping 32s Fresh, hoes know I'm that Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks [Verse 2: Ruben Slikk] It's Ruben Slikk your local neighborhood bean man Jigging in this bitch with the X and the green man On my vibe so you know I'm on that molly Got them hoes on the tracks like their nose was a trolley It's like an ollie when I make the ounce jump back Let my Mrs. sip on the syrup like humpback I'ma dump that Dutch on the dance floor Sprinkle in the kush and I'm still smoking hash more Than the average European and I'm seein' That these hoes keep it sticking, getting ready for my semen Bitches slide with a nigga when I'm leaving But when I hit the sack switch 'em up like seasons Yeah, what you know about quad stacks? Went half with Ronnie on a hundred pack Pills fat gotta put 'em on Atkins Ran out of sacks serving trees in a napkin [Hook: Ruben Slikk] Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through Catch a nigga outside sipping 32s Fresh, hoes know I'm that Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through Catch a nigga outside sipping 32s Fresh, hoes know I'm that Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks [Verse 3: Mr. B] Now I ain't playing pool but I stay with the sticks And I'm just like a dog so call me Mike Vick Suck this dick, what you mean bitch? Me and Ruben Slikk yeah we 'bout to hit a lick Base head clothes on my motherfucking back Bitch yeah you know I'm a ma fucking mack Chilling with the homies, axe on BJ What you mean bitch? Yeah you finna give a BJ Ah, to all of me and my homies Bitch yeah you know you better act like you know me Ah, Bugatti smashing Yeah, that pussy, yeah, your boy B thrashing Ah, and you know that she action Sucking my dick give me mad satisfaction Ah, bitch pay me my ration Me and Lofty we stay bean mashin' [Hook: Ruben Slikk] Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through Catch a nigga outside sipping 32s Fresh, hoes know I'm that Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks Metro Zu, these hoes I'ma run through Catch a nigga outside sipping 32s Fresh, hoes know I'm that Pocket full of beans and you know I'm holding sacks