Fresh

(álbum: SkuBop - 2023)

Huh?
I get fresh for no reason
I get fresh for no reason
I get—
Huh?

I got gold, my shit rose
I got hoes, Louis clothes
Rollie on, that bitch froze
I got Gucci on, I'm at home
Throw my Louis on, then I'm leaving
Amiri on from next season (Huh?)

I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason ('Miri jeans)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (New SBs)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (Louboutins)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (My feet bleed)
I get fresh (Louis tee), for no reason (New Supreme)
I get fresh (Gucci sneaks), for no reason (Boy, you clean, huh?)

I get fresh, Nike Tech with two hundred on my neck
Black tee up out the gas station off a Yercocet
I got bitches in here ass shaking 'cause I like to trick
A red bottom book bag, never wear no fanny pack
Bitch, this a one-of-one, huh, something like I'm is
Ho, you gon' get one chance, huh, you can't try again, uh
Thousand dollar pants, huh, thumbing through my bands, huh
Hundred racks for that Rollie dancing off my hand, huh
Fresh for no reason, crispy every evening
Roll the windows down, up the Drac', Escalade sleeves
Hit the road, I put scripts in her pussy and her cleavage
You can't score shit on my side, Skuba looking like Darrelle Revis
I send a nigga to hell easy, shoot this F&N, he ain't breathing
I ain't capping, I got Lil' Cap, he sitting outside with a Desert Eagle
Born in '92, but I got nine-four, out here acting evil
On the Eastside with my people, I might get dougie off Evisus, a-duh

I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason ('Miri jeans)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (New SBs)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (Louboutins)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (My feet bleed)
I get fresh (Louis tee), for no reason (New Supreme)
I get fresh (Gucci sneaks), for no reason (Boy, you clean, huh?)

I wake up, put my clothes on just to get some 'bows gone
Got my Prada jogging fit on just to take my hoes home
My new bitch say she like flowers, so I bought her rose gold
I can get fresher than my opps in my old clothes
I walk in the Louis store like, "I need the one-of-ones"
I hope an opp walk in the studio, stomp him in my Air Force 1s
I'll put on all Dior for the days I used to be poor
Prada shades on for fashion, they don't even help me see more
Louis V my whole 'fit, I got on a rose kit
Five-hundred-gram Cuban thang, bro look like a whole brick
Twenty bands in my pants, I look like a whole lick
Buffs look like some cocaine, I look like I sold it
They like, "Skilla, you got on Amiri," I be like, "No shit"
If you ain't fresh, then start leaving
I be fresh for no reason (Huh?)

I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason ('Miri jeans)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (New SBs)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (Louboutins)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (My feet bleed)
I get fresh (Louis tee), for no reason (New Supreme)
I get fresh (Gucci sneaks), for no reason (Boy, you clean, huh?)