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Swiss beatZ

Chillen in da club in my bboy stance

My hoody on and my gun in my pants

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Chorus

Chillen in da club in my bboy stance

my hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death

Verse 1 (Cassidy)

I'm fresh to death- Dressed to impress

Fresh foreal homie dressed to kill

I'm the best foreal I was blessed with skills

The tef vest and my necklace still

I'ma threat foreal

I come at niggas necks foreal

Tryna build my success got me stressed foreal

I done gained my respect cuz I'm extra real

And I'm extra fly you just extra high

If it wasn't for dem drugs you'd be extra shy

Knowin if I throw dem slugs you gon' testify

F da extra shit Get a extra clip

I get some extra lip just expect to die

I'll put a hole in ya head cuz I hold bread

And my lawyer Johnny Cochrin an old head

Clappin da pound we ain't pattin em down

And I stay strapped man I got my gat on me now

Chorus (Swiss BeatZ)

Chillen in da club in my bboy stance

My hoody on and my gun in my pants

I'm fresh 2 death I'm fresh to death

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Verse 2 (cassidy)

Yooooo

I get it poppin on da block like a b-boy

If u cop a couple of rocks u get a freeboy

U can take a couple of shots and get a kilo

If you try to take what I got or stick me boy

See boy? Tryna fuck around with me boy

The wrist like fuckin a bitch wit no c (condom) boy

I'ma G boy Get smoked by da 3 boy

Coke by da key boy

Got dope and da e boy

Me boy I'm bout to take da industry ova

Like for war we was meant to be soldiers

I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova

Pretend to be BIG pretend to be Pac Pretend to be hot

But all dat pretendin gon' eventually stop

And da slugs gon' eventually pop

Cause all da real thugs in a box or penetentiary oc

VIP lookin like a penetentiary block When I'm

Chorus (Swiss BeatZ)

Chillen in da club in my b-boy stance

My hoody on and my gun in my pants

I'm fresh to death

Repeat

Verse 3 (Cassidy)

OKAY!

I'm fresh to death

Like a million bucks

My benz got big rims and my ceiling lift up

Dependin on how I'm feelin I might be feelin da truck

Eitha way da chicks still on my nuts (Ya kno wut I'm sayin)

And I ain't playin wit dem niggas dat be feelin dey tough

I ain't a killa but u still'll get touched

I network sweatshirt
Wit the hood

I be stealin da snuff

And my lil man fillin da dutch

While I chill in da cut

On my lean chicks feelin my stance

Chinese spring on da jeans chicks feelin my pants

And I got the steal in my pants

Don't grind on me

Can't dance I got the nine on me

Heckler and cotch mami

Fresh from da box mami

Gotcha panani wet cuz I'm fresh to the socks mami

Fresh from da block mami

So I'm makin her friend seem like a bitch when I'm makin her cum

Cuz I'm

Chorus (Swiss BeatZ)

Chillen in da club in my b-boy stance

My hoody on and my gun in my pants

I'm fresh to death

Repeat