Your boy fresher than linen
You standing next to a villain
On a precipice
I’m hopping off it’s death that i’m willing
I’m definitely spinning these cats
Your boy next to be winning
Might wanna check your tone
It’s dangerous what I’m bringing
Ready to go (AH)
Loco motions what I know bruh
Rarely sober
Couple slimes with no bra
Ain a wonder why I’m Captain of Relaxin
Frank Abagnale, catch me if you can
But it ain’t happening
Us styling, comes like the sun rising
Every day looking like money it’s unsurprising
I unadvise you other guys should come and try
Either aim for the bush or maybe run and hide
We move through, that K dot and Kuku
Fresher than fresh pressed Dickies and some new shoes
I got the voodoo do you dude?
Cooler than cool brew,
Cooler than pool with a huge zoot
With that rum up in my yoohoo

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WHAT MAKES A MOTHERFUCKER SO DAMN FRESH
MUST BE THE BREW THAT I WAS SIPPIN

It’s a process, so best not give me no stress
Unless it is a hoe, getting low and giving slow sex
I go flex, until I hold a Rolex
In my hand, and my flight just touched down in Thailand
With five grand beside man, and diamonds on nightstands
No demons or phenoms who creep by in white vans
Seen them on my streets
Them feetsteps on crime scenes
Them deep depths where eediyats
Get beaten and die weak
One eye peeking while I’m sleeping, BANZAI!
And I’ll leave you beaten if you’re creeping, come die!
The thought of leaving or retreatings feeling unwise
Cos it’s the weekend and we freaking until sunrise
Dumb high my brains lost in the mist
Psychedelic fun guy to take off on a trip
Take shots, no breaks on a rocket ship
Like Israel to Palestine we planning an apocalypse

BANG

And the crowd goes bang

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WHAT MAKES A MOTHERFUCKER SO DAMN FRESH
MUST BE THE BREW THAT I WAS SIPPIN