Fresh Out

Lyrics

[Intro] Gotta make sure Jay ain't give this bitch away, haha [Verse] Feelin' freer than a bird in the sky floatin' They all prayed on my downfall, it was an eye-openin' I'm rollin' up every minute, I don't wan' die sober Know this chain and this fame ain't nothin' to die over Lil' nigga, tighten up or try your luck Nigga spill your blood and they gon' ripe it up Life goes on, came from the mud, then they indicted us Put a ring on it, bought me a new rifle, you know I'm ridin', huh And I can't wait to spray up at this bitch, whoever Spider up I forever bang that 8, say they send tears down his face One of them was some yеars, ain't say free him, they was hidin' fed cases I got off thе meds, baby, and cut off the dead weight God got me, yeah, I'm straight, I'm a prophet in the way Give a fuck if they see my vision, they ain't blockin' it Give a fuck if they see my vision, they ain't stoppin' it If they get in the way of this mission, I'ma come and bomb the bitch I do this shit for my children, what the fuck is competition? They tellin' lies Tryna make me be somebody that I ain't, false identify That bag got a new collection, used to guide her in the wintertime Bitch, I'm suited like I'm Louis Farrakhan Oh, she a rare one, stallion, shine like my medallion It's summertime and them hoes runnin' to the winning side Heard the club jumpin', but she bummy, she can't get a ride She gon' call her bestie like, "Get dressed, bitch, let's go outside" It's hot outchea, but the heater on me like the snow outside How you scared to come outchea and your ho outside? Got my FN like the wind, I'ma blow outside Count up that money, gotta go, I got some more outside Paid my own bond, walked out that bitch, bulletproof truck, mama and bro outside Me and my bitch vibin' in the Virgin Islands Flew back to Dallas on layover, bitch, I wouldn't drive in Stepped off the plane, walked through the tunnel, that's when them bitches got me Picture 12 surroundin' Hussein like he was Bin Laden Fifty-ball, lawyer paid, I ain't worried 'bout it Ain't got no money problems, bitch, I'm still ballin' Next day, my feet was on land in New Orleans Told that bitch Coop I need that drop-top Maybach and that R8 Audi He replied, "Luwhop, you retarded" Clicked over, told him, "Hold on, my nigga Cone callin'" [Outro] Woo, what's up, TEC? Music got, um, boy, you straight out there? Mhm, you already know it, bitch, I'm holdin' it down, feel me? Solid gangster shit, man, you know me, 24/7 On one, not the two, but might be on three, bitch, not no tellin' with me, you heard me?