Fresh Out The Can Gunna (Ft. Offset)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Free all the bros, keep you a chop'
Eat like a mobster, lobster and pasta
Damn, that’s an opp, I gotta pop 'em
Shoot at a copper, somebody stop 'em
Send me the wire, make it in rappin'
I send my lady to Mason and Prada
I call lil' baby, I love me some baby
New two door Mercedеs, she whippin' the latest
Nеw registration, we all 'round the nation
My album went crazy, new certification (Ya)
More flowers for lady, I love our relation
We went through our phases and changin' locations
My cousin an opp but I brought out the bacon
I ran out of patience, ain’t nobody waitin' (Ya)
My lawyer told me “We ain’t loosin' no cases”
My papa told me “We good with the Masons”