Gudda Gudda - Fresher Than Ever lyrics

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Yea, man we came from the bottom Stunna told me get these n***as so I got em! Man these women treat you different when you popping Well I ain't tripping i'm just tryna get inside em Deep Sea Diving And i'm just happy that a n***a made it And i'm able to put food on my kitchen table Life is crazy, I remember I ain't have sh** Now i'm in the foreign, mashing on the gas quick Gotta watch my back, these n***as hating on a young n***a Stand up n***a; i will never run n***a God as my witness, ima be the one n***a Shock the world, and let em watch my kingdom come n***a 10 k**ers can't amount to this one n***a I never fold, keep my hand on my gun n***a Momma told em k** em with my music slowly The game over, and ima cross over like Kobe Now get it n***a! [Bridge 1: Birdman] Yea, Number 1 in that field n***a We out there shining and trappin Just know it's real out there, so be real out there Stacks on top of stacks b**hes, whips, floss, gettin in puttin it in n***a [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Swerve on a hater like, "f** your life" Just out of spite, if that's your girl then I'ma f** her twice We ain't from here, if you ain't known better tuck your ice I'll put a brick on your head, consider that your price If its about money, you can count me in I'll turn 50 to 100 before you can count to 10 End up missing f**in with Millz, never found again Rappers thinks they nice Congrats, they must have found my pen sh** is real I take it to the heart now I never gave a f** so why start now? You boys goldfish, swimming with the sharks now f** what you drive, just know you will get parked now Millzy in this b**h, and now i'm on the top now I used to want the streets, got those I want the charts now What I rap I live it, What I make I flip it Money stand tall as Roy Hibbert hater forget it Young Money! [Bridge 2: Birdman] Yea, where I from n***a even k**as get k**ed Just the life boy, the bigger the n***a the bigger the bullet But at the end of the day its all about that money n***a Ball baby ball, you understand me? From 100 to 1000 n***a yea from a mill to these mills man [Verse 3: Flow] Okay, them birds fly high but we get them b**hes cheap Table full of coke who say two mountains never meet Glock 23 and a chopper with a stock lift Bandanna tied around my head on my Pac sh** Watch em run and yell b**h n***a tuck your tail Click-Clack (BAH! BAH!) throw the Glock in the can*l You know young'n keep it real so you gotta respect him All my n***as k** for me they so overprotective And what's up with these rappers I ain't feeling these n***as Had a talk with Birdman he told me "k** these lil b**hes" Man they can't f** wit me I hope they second guess n***a you ain't raw Like dope that's re compressed I'll kick in your f**in door everybody in your house die You better stay in line Or chalk you out, now you outlined Try to show his a**, f**ed around and got a**ed out Rich Gang b**h but I do this for the have-nots [Verse 4: Mack Maine] Uh, man f** these n***as When I strike i'm sparing everything but these n***as Got a fresh pair of jays All gold shades Rapping like the boss, lookin and i'm tryna get a raise But b**h i'm the boss so a n***a gettin paid Customized life, I got it made Boy you know my chicks is like speakers, 12's and 15's With mad rump in the trunk if you know what I mean (Ha) f** twitter n***a in real life nobody follows ya Ya momma should've swallowed ya Ya daddy ain't proud of ya Them n***as that you with ain't got ya back ya crew frontin Bunch of pump fakers acting like they gon' shoot somethin The coupe that I copped the other day was 2 somethin If I mash on the gas that b**h go bout 2 somethin Young Mack my driver but i'm Captain Phillips n***as I'm in the water like a pirate You ga**ed i'm a hybrid Uh, i get cougars in my granddaddy shirt And get my weed off my family tree that's granddaddy purp You get found under the earth or in the trunk by the bazooka I'm on the side of the road just like a state trooper I run up in your castle, steal your princess King Koopa Better have some weed in that b**h if you pa** me that hookah I need the cover of the Forbes before i leave my corpse Streets say that i'm abusive, I always whip the Porsche You ain't in the streets you just jumped off the porch You's a sidewalk n***a For that side talk n***a I'll barbecue your ribs when the fire spark n***a And tonight i'm in the six i left the five parked n***a I smoke that Tokyo until a n***a look Asian b**h I ball hard Sugar-Slim my sports agent Young Paul George I'm Indiana Pacing Surging with that yappa i'll give ya a** a facelift We the ones to fear though Strong like the Chapperos Allergic to normal, certified weirdos n***as online be like " fu*k YOU! " I be like ditto I'm coolin puffing good with lil izo at the cribbo Hungry Hungry Hippo Don't cha' be greedy I get rich with my rich gang and give to the needy With Mack in the building pimps retire or get fired It's Young Money the Rise of a f**ing Empire I'm Gone [Outro Birdman] Yea, you understand me? Lil Young Money k**ers Cash Money gangstas Slice a n***a up and put em in the freezer Big money over here boy, you understand me? From the turf puttin in work Ocean City view n***a It's real out'chea boy I see you my n***a, Uptown we in this b**h Yea, holla at me boy Fresher Than Ever n***a x3