[Hook: Neako]
I got five swisher, five dutches
A pack of papers, I'm ready to go
Riding out four deep, my young n***as they letting it blow
A bunch of pills, a bunch of syrup, only one car just to let you know
Where we going nobody knows
We blowing smoke, plus trained to go
We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking
We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking
We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking
We creeping, lurking, creeping, lurking
[Fresh Mo$$]
Yeah, they call me FRESH M-O-$$
I'm k**ing everything like Columbine
LVLY$L that's my set, bottom line
Hater's try to block me, but these n***as couldn't stop my shine
BXB]
If I ain't with my n***as, then I'm with my b**hes
Inhale smoke, blowing circles to the ceiling
LVLYSL, f** feelings
Uh, all my b**hes drink the Henny' all night
Hop on top, and we rock the dick right
Ain't got the time if a b**h wanna fight
I just throw the hands up, leave the ho out of sight
[Nasa]
151, ?
Get money, Young ratchet n***a...
Boy f** the bank, Imma' stash it n***a
Money stretched long like elastic n***a
S.S. Coupe come through, we f** your main and then we pa** it n***a
They call me Young Na**' my n***a
Diamonds shine bright like plasma n***a
[Fresh Mo$$]
If you're late, let me catch you up up to speed
I'm the illest I'm the realest
I'm in a different league, NASA please
[Nasa]
Yeah three chains on my neck, one watch on my wrist
Gotta beat that Bentley breathless, stones all on that sh**
[BXB]
Uh, sit back and I meditate, roll up and I levitate
Bust guns never hesitate, getting money b**h I regulate
[Fresh Mo$$]
n***a's wanna speculate
Our future world, they yesterday
[Nasa]
Spending money on a escapade
[BXB]
Ever since young we're renegades
[Hook]
[Verse 9: Fresh Mo$$]
We LVL, my b**h rep
[Nasa]
I'm twenty four-seven like quick check
[BXB]
n***a's up now so we got next
Give a f** about a hater, leave a n***a to rest
[Fresh Mo$$]
Uh, ask around Fresco known around
World gang golden child, yes a n***a holds it down
[Nasa]
Popping perc's, whylin' out, smoking dope with my wild n***a's
Paper route like a paper boy, stack my money like Yao n***a
Bet our gang getting money man, stacking money we proud n***a
LVL we up n***a, YSL we up n***a
[BXB]
Uh, your n***a wanna bust it open like a sesame
Trying to make me fumble, that's a penalty
b**hes dog food, eating up the Pedigree
Health/wealth to the top, prosperity
Uh, gotta level up, take a flight mentally
These b**hes lurking I can smell the envy
Mixed with jealousy, but I ain't trying to be like Remy catching felonies
Nah
[Fresh Mo$$]
One ounce, two strains
Three's up, four chains
Five cars, six b**hes
Seven digits, eight dames
Top cat, nine lives
Flow sharp, like ten knives
Your main b**h is my main side
I'm trained to go and I'm ready to rob
[Hook]