Lyrics Fresh To Death - Lil Meta, Frenchie

Fresh To Death

Uh huh
Frenchie
I make them say…
So Icey Entertainment
I make them say
«Ooh… I need to be fresh like that»
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Fresh to death, fresh to death
I make them say
«I… wanna be fresh like that»
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Fresh to death, fresh to death
I got them like, «Ooh… I like that, I like that»
My pants match my shoes and it’s like that, it’s like that
Gucci told me keep on working, maybe there’ll be better days
That’s why I ball like Scottie Pippen and he’s my MJ
Power pack working hard, I can set a hour back
Diamonds in my bird, got the whole hood proud of that
Wes Craven, Frenchie Krueger, Nightmare on Brick Street
I’m in a different world, counting my Benjis
Hopped out my Benz, G, diamonds like ice cream
Yellow and something green, they shining like
This is the movie, snitch, fuck all that fugazy shit
I’m a 80's baby, bitch, I’m not here to cater shit
I make them say
«Ooh… I need to be fresh like that»
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Fresh to death, fresh to death
I make them say
«I… wanna be fresh like that»
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Ah… it’s like that
How I leave Mall and I’m coming right back
Yo, Lil Meta and Frenchie killing like three Freddy Kruegers
Stab his arm, break his leg, pull the pistol, then I’ll shoot
Hopped out, if they still, big-face them hundreds, they coming
be in samples, guaranteed I’ll have your nose running
I’m working up out of the building, trapping early in the dungeon
Beijing and Belgium, then London, Arkansas, Texas, then Compton
AK-47, M16s, and them rocket launchers
Banging 'round them hood niggas, goons that are 'bout it
Nightmare, nightmare, when I pull out all my jewelry
Freddy Krueger versus Jason
I make them say
«Ooh… I need to be fresh like that»
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Fresh to death, fresh to death
I make them say
«I… wanna be fresh like that»
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Stupid chains on my neck, the dope boys just cut the check
I feel like I’m the hottest, if you want, take it as disrespect
I done earned my props like a urn on my top
Fresh to death like I was in the coffin, Frenchie closed the top
I’m in Florida, going crazy and they sold grass
Lil Meta, he ball fast like: «Give me all of that»
Fort Lauderdale at Saks, Neiman Marcus spending racks
Gone off that loud pack, Halloween crazy swag
Aquafina teal-made
Michael Myers knife your bitch and
Now I don’t even feel bad
DBT, I built that
My chain is like a pumpkin, Halloween yams
Now my trap bunking, Frenchie, Young Yo, and Meta
I make them say
«Ooh… I need to be fresh like that»
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Fresh to death, fresh to death
I make them say
«I… wanna be fresh like that»
Fresh to death, fresh to death
Fresh to death, fresh to death