Dariuss2x & Hotboyc - RIP (Fresh 2 Death)

Quarter ticket, half a ticket
Whole mill, Holyfield (Go!)
Get it how you fucking live
I Ain't fucking Dr Phil (who )
Give a fuck bout how you feel(bitch)
Independent fuck a deal (yea)
Fuck it finna sign myself (yea)
Rip stay fresh two death (Go!)
Uh uh Fresh two death
Call the paramedics
Fresh two death
Ooh I can't help it
Fresh two death
I know they can't stand it
Fresh two death

Coming thru you know how we do
Shawty buss a move (yea yea)
Off the juice
Off the chain know the dogs loose (Let's Go)
Forty-two, mixed with the goose
Shawty off the wall (off the wall)
Get them racks off the dribble, call it basketball
How we come thru, dunk In like Tim (like Tim)
Getting to the M's (M's)
Feeling like I'm Meek nigga (meek)
I fuck on the first link
You taking her out to eat (goofy)
What the fuck that mean (stupid)
Shawty for the streets (bitch)
Ninety-nine problems I keep it one
Track-star how I run it
Money keep on coming
Having real motion
You wouldn't understand me
Do it for my family
Ain't shit sweet like candy (Go!)

Quarter ticket, half a ticket
Whole mill, Holyfield
Get it how you fucking live
I Ain't fucking Dr Phil (who)
Give a fuck bout how you feel (bitch)
Independent fuck a deal
Fuck it finna sign myself (yea)
Rip Stay fresh two death (Go!)
Uh uh Fresh two death
Call the paramedics
Fresh two death
Ooh I can't help it
Fresh two death
I know they can't stand it
Fresh two death

(Look uh)
I be fresh two death
I be fresh as fuck I'm by myself
You need yo shooter help
But I got this big glock right on my left
Me and, Me and, gon step
It's either yo ass get right or getting left
We don't give a fuck bout no diss, cuz we putting bullets on the shelf
(Uh uh uh uh)
Yea we getting to the load
One hundred bands up on the way, whatever come in getting sold
They gon think that we TLE because we getting truckloads
I'm all up in the club dancing
Check me out my diamonds froze
Sometime these niggas hate, and sometimes they keep it real
Some hoes just wanna fuck, and some of em just wanna chill
Ain't never been a duck, baby let's just be foreal
Hollering bout yo other brother, well go get yo family then

Quarter ticket, half a ticket
Whole mill, Holyfield
Get it how you fucking live
I Ain't fucking Dr Phil (who )
Give a fuck bout how you feel(bitch)
Independent fuck a deal
Fuck it finna sign myself
Rip stay fresh two death (Go!)
Uh uh Fresh two death
Call the paramedics
Fresh two death
Ooh I can't help it
Fresh two death
I know they can't stand it
Fresh two death

Written by:
Christian Roots, Darius Fletcher

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