SS - Fresh 2 d**h lyrics

[Hook] Fresh to d**h cuz we grind as f** I do big things so i need big truck Im frozze, cuz my wrist is icey Hoes do the splits, when we spittin sh** easly Pray for doin hit, they pray for my downfall Never in the back, i buck em all I told ya to shut the f** up Before ya get you mo'f**er head off [verse 1] Started from the bottom, now we here, now we here Get the best from my hood, thats round here thats round here Get my deuce deuce, get my deuce deuce, close to me, close to me Witcha wack a** b**h, ya can't f** wit me, f** wit me Ride round round yo city witcha rari and rover Gettin more do, ev day, in order to get better I'm an accountant, yo can't count on me to count my dough You can call me szmytko yo, havin ya lovin the way i blow That's my flow, thats my flow, check yo cla**ic now ya know I m so trippy,sippin dirty sprite with my straw ,Uoeno Keep my eyes on papper, im so savage as a yougnster Rep ma boyz from yonkers, get rocks in jaw as hamster [Hook] C'mon homie, i told ya to follow me I said com com with me, who the f** won't come with me It's jungle roun round here, ya can't see me im so greamy If ya wanna f** wi me it won't be easy, cuz im just scared of me Air ones on ya face, jojo round my neck I do my dirt by my lonely, ask somebody,you better check I like my f**in copycat, i like my f**in wannabez Cuz only haters hate and i love wat rise my biz Lemme know lemme know where the hell ya live Cuz i cuz i, give ya watcha need, can ya can ya feel Lil piece of sh** mixed with some of these seeds Ive just stop da sh** and i ain't talkin my weed