Lyrics: Cassidy. Other. Gucci, Louis, Fendi.

I'm fresh to death I'm so so fly (hustling)
Getting money everyday no lie
I get cream I'm clean everything brand name
And I spent 50 grand just for 1 dam chain

I'm in my Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why stupid niggas envy
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why all these groupies with me.

Let the truth be told
I be gettin stupid hoes
But you go both ways and take it in the dookie hole
I'm with this groupie
My finger in her coochie hole
I made her leave with a sore throat and her coochie swole whooaaa
She gave me head like where poofy go
She dig me cause of my Fendi, Louis, and Gucci clothes
I got stupid flows
My punch lines impeccable
I'll turn you to a vegetable
It ain't beef to be technical
You a retard your bars are unacceptable
Your far from a professional
The streets don't F with you
I'm a veteran too
On point like a decimal
And you on my testicles
I lost all respect for you
Who the heck is you?
I ain't trying to connect with you
Ichat, twitter, direct message you.
Shit you punks can get jumped like checkers do
I can dress but I stay fresh when I'm naked too

I'm fresh to death I'm so so fly (hustling)
Getting money everyday no lie
I get cream I'm clean everything brand name
And I spent 50 grand just for 1 dam chain

I'm in my Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why stupid niggas envy
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi
Gucci, Louis, Fendi that's why all these groupies with me.