Bubba (Verse)
No lil reese but b**h this the top
I'm from the suburbs
But b**h you'll get shot!
Bubba (Verse)
Uhh fresco pa** me the dutch
Had me smokin all morning
Half a ounce before lunch
Now we supa sayin five
Gotcha b**h inda sky
Hakavelli in da cut
And you no he gotta dutch yea
And for all you p**y n***as
Talking sh** saying we ain't doing
What we rappin bout an sh**
Ill have 400 surrounding this b**h
All in plain white ya dats clouds
Shake-in em down now
It's back to the trap
Recc taught me that
CBG to the d**h lvl up every breath
LVLYSL cloud boys rain hail
Screaming free guwap till I drop
No lil reese but b**h dis da top
I'm from the suburbs
But b**h you'll get shot
Never leta goofy n***a stunt on da block
And that's word to Eskay
Shout out to Eskay
Cloud boyz we dont play
So much d** n music
You would think its the 80's
Fresh (Verse)
n***as know I'm hot
I got nova flows
If ya can't compute
I overload
Got more range
Then a rover tho
Young war vet
With a soldiers soul
Some call me Skinny
Some call me Fresco
Some call me Gordon
Some call me Gekko
You might catch me
Out with oz of petro
sh** so loud
You could hear the ecko
I'm a outlaw
I'm from the east coast
But I box south paw
Box south paw
Dont doubt Muah
I'm a real n***a
Rock Polo, Rock Hilfiger
And then he'll figure
I got more ammo
Ferragamo, listen to me
I got Fendi, Im talking
Money I got plenty
They talking Henny
I got Remy
Shouts to Max Biggavel
Been to Heaven
Been to Hell
Shouts to Meek
And Philadel
The flow is heavy
Like a k**er whale