B-Boy Stance

Chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance (Bounce) (Yeah)

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm- (Yeah)

Woo! Jump! (Yeah)

Oh, oh (Fresh)

Oh (Yeah) (Hey hey)

Oh (Okay) (Hey hey)

(Hey hey) (Yeah, I'm ready to get my)

Oh (Hey hey) (Drink on on this joint)

(Hey) (Let's go)

Chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance (Bounce)

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

Fresh to death, dressed to impress (Yes)

Fresh for real, ****, dressed to kill

I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skills

The FS in my necklace still

I'm a threat for real

I come at **** necks for real

Tryin' build my success got me stressed for real

I'ma gain my respect 'cause I'm extra real

And I'm extra fly, you just extra high

If it wasn't for them drugs, you'd be extra shy

Knowin' if I throw them slugs, you gon' testify

F the extra shit, get the extra clip

I get some extra lip, just expect to die

I'll put a hole in your head 'cause I hold bread

And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head

Clappin' the pound, we ain't pattin' 'em down

And I stay strapped, man, I got my gat on me now

I'm just

Chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance (Bounce)

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I get it poppin' on the block like a B-boy

If you cop a couple of rocks, you get a free boy

You could take a couple of shots and get a key-loy

If you try to take what I've got or stick me boy

See, boy, try and fuck around with me, boy

Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch with no C, boy

I'm a G, boy, get smoked by the P, boy

Coke by the key, boy, got dope and the E, boy

Me, boy, I'm 'bout to take the industry over

Like for war, we was meant to be soldiers

I sat back for years and watched rap cats pretend to be Hova

Pretend to be B.I.G., pretend to be 'Pac, pretend to be hot

But all that pretendin' gon' eventually stop

And the slugs gon' eventually pop

'Cause all the real thugs in the box or the penitentiary, our

VIP lookin' like a penitentiary block

When I'm

Chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants (Let's go)

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance (Bounce)

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm fresh (Yeah)

I'm fresh

I'm fresh (Yeah)

(Okay)

I'm fresh to death like a million bucks

My Benz got big rims and my ceiling lift up

Depending on how I'm feelin', might be wheelin' the truck

Either way, the chicks still on my nuts, you know I'm sayin'?

I ain't playin' with them **** that be feelin' they tough

I ain't a killer, but you still'll get touched

I network, sweatshirt with the hood, got the steel in tuck

And my road man fillin' the dutch while I chill in the cut

On my lean, chicks feelin' my stance

Chinese print on the jeans, chicks feelin' my pants

And I got the steel in my pants, don't grind on me

I can't dance, I got the nine on me

Heckler and Koch, mami

Fresh from the box, mami

Got your poonani wet 'cause I'm fresh to the socks, mami

Fresh from the block, mami, so I'm makin' it fun

See, life a bitch, but I'm makin' her cum

And I'm

Chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants (Let's go)

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance (Bounce)

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

Chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I said I'm chillin' in the club in my B-boy stance (Bounce)

My hoodie on with my gun in my pants

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh

I'm fresh