Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fresh Off the Lot , by - Twista. Release date: 31.12.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fresh Off the Lot |
| Shit it’s five in the morning |
| New whip, new bitch where the phone and |
| I just got me a new whip with the finger beach wood kit |
| Hit a big head later Mr. Lease Split Wig |
| Fucked around nigga 15, I spend |
| 22's with the shoes, five T.V.'s |
| Playstation with that DVD |
| Smoked out tent no need to see me |
| Unless I’m creeping up on you in black and 3-D |
| Laying my stunt get down |
| Like a Westside clown is supposed to, smoking bi-coastal |
| A nigga got connections in the game because I’m old school |
| Lay down, let chop change now, we |
| Double up the money so we can paint the town |
| And grab hoes down like rebounds |
| And let em shake that ass while I crank the sound |
| See I’m fresh off the lot in a brand new drop |
| Glistness screaming fuck the cops |
| I got four bitches that’s about to pop |
| With dro smoke coming out top |
| When you fresh off the lot in a brand new drop |
| You got some binning grinning hit some blocks |
| Spend the club hit the club like I’m always popped |
| Now it’s time to see some asses drop |
| What’s popping, drop the top and let’s see what’s cracking |
| Look it’s Saturday nights on Madison |
| After that imagine what happens since I’m blasting |
| And he hits the action I’m mashing and henny mixed in the passion |
| Got me dipping in and out of traffic |
| On point for them blue lights flashing |
| Two nice scratching now hotels |
| On crunk so drunk I’m bout to go fell |
| Oh well, hit the lick and sto' for more bail |
| Followed by a gang of hoes and bout to go now |
| Twista say he got a spot where the dro sell |
| Liffy say we gotta stop 'fore we go bail, yeah |
| Let’s ride but only if you party hoe |
| When the door, know you sexy working that body yo |
| I know you in love with a thug nigga, get you buy your drinks |
| Take pictures inside the club with you, grab your girls and let’s roll |
| Now I just pulled out the lot up in a hard top |
| Standing on chrome footage that is on my block |
| This rich nigga behind me who was in a drop top ride was trying to clown |
| Eyes bucked when he saw my shit dro back and drop down |
| I could drop the top off of anything, but I be surgical |
| Leave the dealership in a convertible that’ll murder you |
| Heard a few hoes hollered at me when I blast |
| I love em stand up in the backseat, pop that ass |
| Put them titties on the glass when y’all lay up on the hood |
| All up in the hood, after I left silly where I hood |
| Got some leather interior all my rides got chrome |
| Pac song, cause my b-hees come up with the top gone |
| In the winter time, I might spend some g’s on a fur |
| At the Spring Bling holla at her please run through my hair |
| Sporty hummer for summer if I crash the motherfucker |
| I just throw it in the gutter, and go buy another |