Roy Duffy and Fre$co Bundle$ - Tap In

Yea I smoke all the weed
And I fuck all the hoes
Yea I smoke all the weed
And I fuck all the hoes
And its J's on my feet them bitch cozy

If you just run through somebody face
A lot of people aint gone be able to take that
Over and over and over and over and over again
They just not gone want that
Think there's a deeper metaphor there
Run through a muhf**** face

Yea my name Fresco
And I smoke all the weed
And my tats is the coldest
Bet yo bitch wanna see
Now I usually drive chevy
But I'm in this RT
Ay black buffs like venom
All the classic J's I did them
Yea bitch you know I did that shit
Yea at the airport
TSA like nice game boy
Ay he don't know I'm trying to get a 8th
On this dam plane boy
And she aint fucking with you
Cause yo ass is a lame boy
Broke ass bitch
And you say you got a deal
But you looking like a slave boy
Ay naw you tried to ride the wave
But me I'm the wave pool
You believe in someone else
Not yourself you a dam fool
Ay yea she had to give that pussy to me
I'm too cool
I own my masters and my publishing
Bitch thats my dam rule
Now now now now
Back to this muhfucking shit I be on
Yea I wear graphic tees
Never wore a V Lone
Bad bad bitch yea I'm all she want
But if this bitch can't roll
She can't sit up front
What what
She can't sit up front
And if the bitch can't roll
She can't sit up front
She got the lace front on
She can get what she want
But you other hoes
Naw naw no such luck
What what
Yea no such luck
You ain't no greek freak bitch
You don't get no bucks
You say you rap better bitch
I don't give no fucks
But when my song come on
Bet yo ass rolled up
Got the game sewed up
That's all I know
Yea my beats is cold
My flow pistachio
Need a classic bitch
I need a nasty hoe
All the nasty hoes report to the stage one time
Ay me the beat Mary
Yea that's a jazz trio
Probably missed that Ben Simmons at the free throw
See me out yea black buffs graphic tee on
Tats so clean hoes like who is he tho
Fresco Bundles with the dollar signs bitches
They ask why I did say I did it for the riches
Yea I'm cooking up dope
But the stu that's the kitchen
Hoes really fuck with me
Yea they like my ambition
They wishing
They can get a chance with me
But my bitch bad as fuck
It be hard to leave
About one K a piece
Yea that's on my sleeves
Oh these Cartier buffs
Run me like two G's
Bitch I take care of my chicken
I'm a chicken tender
Ay shout out to my son he born in November
Yea sweat her naw never
Too busy getting this cheddar
Yea I fucked her then forget her
I really gotta do better
Bitch all we do is smoke
That's the fucking motto
You niggas green with envy
You a avocado
Emmy nominations in my fucking circle nigga
I would address the beef but it ain't worth it nigga
James Worthy on a bitch
You know showtime
I spent a band on my wrist
Just to show time
Yea I'm a coach in this bitch
Jim Boeheim
You niggas don't do the shit that they rhyme
Bout time that you tapped in
To real shit

Written by:
Durrell Carter, Thurston Simpson

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