[Verse 1]

Dirty D raised me , Moline bred

Momma baby , daddy fed

Now I'm poppin , panties droppin

From the thots that want me dead

I was bummy , had no money

You ain't have a buck to lend

Now I'm up , you lookin stuck and

I don't have a fuck to spare

I guess that's karma

"No I ain't have that your honor"

Lying under oath but shit I gotta beat that charge-uh

Aye do yall remember had that plug who had that charger

Damn near bought him out right before our trip to Chicago

We was in the city gettin litty with the gang

Out west blowin dodie lowkey brodie tucked his chain

Hella blunts goin round in the session , yup

Where these blunts coming from ain't no tellin , ya

All I can tell you is this shit is smokin

All this gold on me I look like a token

All of these niggas be pissed on the low

Because all of their bitches keep goin and goin

Shout out them niggas who roll when I'm swervin

Them the same niggas rode when I was servin

You the type nigga to ask to hold 30

I wake the worm just to get to it more early

[Verse 2]

Young smart nigga , you gone make them white folks scared

I'm so ahead they be like "Freshie you not playin fair!

You gone set a bad example for the average bear!"

I tell em like Chano these my sons and this prenatal care

Yeah this Prenatal Care

I tell em like Chano these my sons and this prenatal care

When we pop out the bitches see us and they stop and stare

Say that shit make me nervous let me see you in your underwear

[Verse 3]

What's good , it's Freshie

Take more than sex to impress me

But you think I sneezed with God the way this lil bitch tried to bless me

Killl the pussy , ressurrect it and tell her to get to steppin

Eat beats before I eat breakfast , skipped breakfast

Got full off seconds

It's impressive

How the brokest niggas steady flexin

I saw momma stressin so them bags I started checkin

My team ballin in this bitch like somebody let all the Nets in

If a nigga try to test shit we gone turn up in this section

I can merch that

Double tap her ass like it's a thrist trap

I want 3 much bread , could give 2 fucks bout where the 1st at

You be kissin bitches like askin em where it hurts at

I be dickin bitches then askin em where they skirts at

Stil remember when I fucked around and touched my first rack

Fucked around went broke , put it on bro that I ain't going back

Nah I ain't going back

Fucked around went broke put it on bro that I ain't going back

I can't go back to that

I just gotta stack the racks