freshito – out the sto lyrics
roll a wood wit a hole in it
imma jugg til i’m over rich
smoke good , dat hoe potent
bad b-tch -ss fat poking
back shot , back strokes , floating
who yo friend let her know you hit
fresh-to , hoes , know who i’m is
and she know whose i’m is
what you want out the sto i ask my b-tch
she say not sh-t cuz they don’t sell no zips
my b-tch a stonaaaa
love marijuana
smoking til coma
wake out count commas
i be all about da dollas
issa wrap like enchiladas
i don’t wear no condoms
like to feel dat kitty comin
swear dats my problem
i count guala , and i’m counting loafs
yo -ss be broke
she gimme noggin but i’m in her throat
n0body knows
i really take a n-gga soul
like a thot b-tch
i really ran it up the road
til that cop sh-t
i’ll never trust another n-gga , they be on some opp sh-t
a b-tch can’t get my trust neither , they be onnat boppin sh-t
i’m humble but i’m poppin sh-t
a jungle where my garden is i’m peaceful round the monsterous
this blunt smoke like exhaustion b-tch
smoking wood wit a hole in it
imma jugg til i’m over rich
smoke good , dat b-tch potent
bad hoe -ss fat poking
back shot , back strokes , floating
who yo friend let her know you hit
fresh-to , hoes , know who i’m is
and she know whose i’m is
what you want out the sto i ask my b-tch
she say not sh-t cuz they don’t sell yo d-ck
my b-tch got standards
but mines is higher
yeah b-tch i got manners , but when i’m mannish da p-ssy mo fire , n-ggas trifling and they liars , act like some lizzy mcguires , roll a lizzo this extendo show my -ss , hoe i’m ballin , stadio staples
boy dat scheme be so clean
ain’t have sh-t to say to him
now they wanna be da team
b-tch you ain’t no gang gang
you can’t hang mayne
getcho b-tch up out the train gang
she wanna stay stay
you lookin like a stain stain
bang!
i can’t maintain
elevate gang
rolling cookie on a baking tray
cooking up sum sh-t
and i ain’t have to work my f-ckin wrist
gettin rich
and i ain’t have to sell my m-th-f-ckin spirit
how i did it?
dropped some flows wit some quotes in it
run it back , n-ggas know they hits
i got em mad yeah i know they p-ssed
i see the snakes and i know how they hiss
i count my racks and i smoke on my piff
i’m off the gas , i can’t focus , sh-t
i’m in the trap , feelin at home i’m dis b-tch
{take yo f-ckin shoes off
smoking wood wit a hole in it
imma jugg til i’m over rich
smoke good , dat b-tch potent
bad hoe -ss fat poking
back shot , back strokes , floating
who yo friend let her know you hit
fresh-to , hoes , know who i’m is
and she know whose i’m is
what you want out the sto i ask my b-tch
she say not sh-t cuz
“i get my own f-cking money …. “
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