FreshL - Toll Gate lyrics

Verse 1 Girls like 'leave it to Fresh", blase blase sh** Hate how I speed in a Benz on my Daghe sh** n***as be at 355, on a Friday shift Shooting like Sesan... with my Fade sis This ain't no medicine She blew like Radisson Never wanna mess with squares, only Madison Maybe NY You suggest superfresh, wavy can't lie My fab flow is mental They have no intellect Display disrespect Say im not blown but im the littest on the internet They all still 'kfb' me Swear they dont see a future, and very few CiCi me They moving onto Wilson I'm swinging with no Wilson Now they up at Hillsong Singing all the hymn's son Im tryna build, son Like a n***a Jim Jones Now she wanna give me neck but that Giraffes long Hook She dey smoke for the toll gate Give me neck for the toll gate Move gears for the toll gate Lets take it home bae Verse 2 She has join bad gang Me i stay with good gang She the headmaster, call her Mrs Durand Call me Mr never wear a durag Call me Mr had a Louis rag before n***as had The white tried to ghost me but I don't like Casper Tried to give me shots but i'd rather be on chapman Went down to Chelsea, looking for an Azba That ain't a joke like my brothers names Nasr I need my shine, ok lets get it in 93s best out here like a veteran You girl talking bout she needs money for her hair and sh** Can't get in the club ok imma get her in No hands, no hands when she out with you Some fans, slow dance when she out with the crew I get her dropped at L1 Her tops a rare one, word