[Intro: Skilla Baby]
Huh?
I get fresh for no reason
I get fresh for no reason
I get—
Huh?
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I got gold, my shit rose
I got hoes, Louis clothes
Rollie on, that bitch froze
I got Gucci on, I'm at home
Throw my Louis on, then I'm leavin'
Amiri on from next season (Huh?)
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason ('Miri jeans)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (New SBs)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (Louboutins)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (My feet bleed)
I get fresh (Louis tee), for no reason (Nеw Supreme)
I get frеsh (Gucci sneaks), for no reason (Boy, you clean, huh?)
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I get fresh, Nike Tech with two hundred on my neck
Black tee up out the gas station off a Yercocet
I got bitches in here ass shakin' 'cause I like to trick
A red bottom book bag, never wear no fanny pack
Bitch, this a one-of-one, huh, somethin' like I'm is
Ho, you gon' get one chance, huh, you can't try again, uh
Thousand-dollar pants, huh, thumbin' through my bands, huh
Hundred racks for that Rollie dancin' off my hand, huh
Fresh for no reason, crispy every evening
Roll the windows down, up the Drac', Escalade sleeves
Hit the road, I put scripts in her pussy and her cleavage
You can't score shit on my side, Skuba lookin' like Darrelle Revis
I send a nigga to hell easy, shoot this F&N, he ain't breathin'
I ain't cappin', I got Lil Kappy sittin' outside with a Desert Eagle
Born in '92, but I got nine-four, out here actin' evil
On the Eastside with my people, I might get dougie off Evisus, a-duh
Huh?
I get fresh for no reason
I get fresh for no reason
I get—
Huh?
[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
I got gold, my shit rose
I got hoes, Louis clothes
Rollie on, that bitch froze
I got Gucci on, I'm at home
Throw my Louis on, then I'm leavin'
Amiri on from next season (Huh?)
[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason ('Miri jeans)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (New SBs)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (Louboutins)
I get fresh (I be clean), for no reason (My feet bleed)
I get fresh (Louis tee), for no reason (Nеw Supreme)
I get frеsh (Gucci sneaks), for no reason (Boy, you clean, huh?)
[Verse 2: Sada Baby]
I get fresh, Nike Tech with two hundred on my neck
Black tee up out the gas station off a Yercocet
I got bitches in here ass shakin' 'cause I like to trick
A red bottom book bag, never wear no fanny pack
Bitch, this a one-of-one, huh, somethin' like I'm is
Ho, you gon' get one chance, huh, you can't try again, uh
Thousand-dollar pants, huh, thumbin' through my bands, huh
Hundred racks for that Rollie dancin' off my hand, huh
Fresh for no reason, crispy every evening
Roll the windows down, up the Drac', Escalade sleeves
Hit the road, I put scripts in her pussy and her cleavage
You can't score shit on my side, Skuba lookin' like Darrelle Revis
I send a nigga to hell easy, shoot this F&N, he ain't breathin'
I ain't cappin', I got Lil Kappy sittin' outside with a Desert Eagle
Born in '92, but I got nine-four, out here actin' evil
On the Eastside with my people, I might get dougie off Evisus, a-duh
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