(Intro)

I feel nasty, nasty

I feel nasty
I said I be so fresh it make ya scream (x4)
(Hook)

I be so fresh it make ya scream

I said I be so fresh it make ya scream (x7)
(Verse)

I got 10 stacks of 50's in my jeans

If you try me, get a call that chopper in

But she like me 'cus I'm fresh up on the screen

Bugs Bunny, all these carrots in my ring

(Let's go!)

Valet when we pull up to the scene

I'm with my nigga Trinidad, bitch we clean

You don't know me or the name of these jeans

Have you asking what's that like, that's a band

White shirt, white shoes, white pants

YSL lookin like a snowman

Hop out in that foreign still runnin

I got this outfit from the profit of them onions

All these bottles for the team, we don't flex

I'm just chilling, all this ice on my neck

In VIP, bitch I'm throwing up my set

Spend what I want cuz I'mma get another check
(Hook)

I be so fresh it make ya scream

I said I be so fresh it make ya scream (x7)

(Verse)

Lord have mercy on they souls 'cause they do not know

The price of balance and the wayne, they think it's from the mo

An open ceremony, with hella bands up on me

I'm screaming at the manager (cuz KTC don't fit me)

Spend 5 bands up in Riffin, 5 mo up in Venice

Gave my little sister 5 for her graduation

Gave my mama 5, nigga didn't have a reason

I'm living life nigga, ain't no fuckin regrets

When I whip them Taylors, all we smoke is loud

Smokin on that killa with the nigga, call it Bobby Brown

If yo bitch lay up with me, nigga better get her down

If I didn't have er then, nigga I bet I got her now

My whole crib is now a closet, wear from G shots to gold watches

Went from having no food to calamari options

Real niggas, hope you watching

Real bitches, hope you watching

Taylor Gang, that nigga James

Nigga we poppin, yea!
(Hook)

I be so fresh it make ya scream

I said I be so fresh it make ya scream (x7)