Fresh To Death - Lil Meta, Frenchie

Uh huh

Frenchie

I make them say…

So Icey Entertainment

I make them say

«Ooh… I need to be fresh like that»

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Fresh to death, fresh to death

I make them say

«I… wanna be fresh like that»

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Fresh to death, fresh to death

I got them like, «Ooh… I like that, I like that»

My pants match my shoes and it’s like that, it’s like that

Gucci told me keep on working, maybe there’ll be better days

That’s why I ball like Scottie Pippen and he’s my MJ

Power pack working hard, I can set a hour back

Diamonds in my bird, got the whole hood proud of that

Wes Craven, Frenchie Krueger, Nightmare on Brick Street

I’m in a different world, counting my Benjis

Hopped out my Benz, G, diamonds like ice cream

Yellow and something green, they shining like

This is the movie, snitch, fuck all that fugazy shit

I’m a 80's baby, bitch, I’m not here to cater shit

I make them say

«Ooh… I need to be fresh like that»

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Fresh to death, fresh to death

I make them say

«I… wanna be fresh like that»

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Ah… it’s like that

How I leave Mall and I’m coming right back

Yo, Lil Meta and Frenchie killing like three Freddy Kruegers

Stab his arm, break his leg, pull the pistol, then I’ll shoot

Hopped out, if they still, big-face them hundreds, they coming

be in samples, guaranteed I’ll have your nose running

I’m working up out of the building, trapping early in the dungeon

Beijing and Belgium, then London, Arkansas, Texas, then Compton

AK-47, M16s, and them rocket launchers

Banging 'round them hood niggas, goons that are 'bout it

Nightmare, nightmare, when I pull out all my jewelry

Freddy Krueger versus Jason

I make them say

«Ooh… I need to be fresh like that»

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Fresh to death, fresh to death

I make them say

«I… wanna be fresh like that»

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Stupid chains on my neck, the dope boys just cut the check

I feel like I’m the hottest, if you want, take it as disrespect

I done earned my props like a urn on my top

Fresh to death like I was in the coffin, Frenchie closed the top

I’m in Florida, going crazy and they sold grass

Lil Meta, he ball fast like: «Give me all of that»

Fort Lauderdale at Saks, Neiman Marcus spending racks

Gone off that loud pack, Halloween crazy swag

Aquafina teal-made

Michael Myers knife your bitch and

Now I don’t even feel bad

DBT, I built that

My chain is like a pumpkin, Halloween yams

Now my trap bunking, Frenchie, Young Yo, and Meta

I make them say

«Ooh… I need to be fresh like that»

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Fresh to death, fresh to death

I make them say

«I… wanna be fresh like that»

Fresh to death, fresh to death

Fresh to death, fresh to death