Fresh lyrics

[Intro]
(Sensei, I hate you)
Spee, fah-fah
Gang, gang, gang
Grrah, bah, bah (Slime, slime)

[Chorus]
Ba-Ba-Bad lil' b*tch, she say I'm fresh, and she likin' what she see (Plug)
She ask if I'm stuck on my ex, I told her, "I'm stuck on this cheese"
I-I-I smoke loud by the P
Wh-Whip out the chop', now he deceased (Grrah, pow-pow-pow)
That boy used to diss, now he coppin' a plea
I just smoked two O's, no JaVale McGee

[Verse]
Double R, or the black truck, waitin' for me
When I land in LA, I just hopped off a plane
It's a hunnid new ways in a day to get paid
Boy, you couldn't be on my team, I would request a trade
I just tossed bro a ally, I feel like D Wade
I might go out to Cali', and find me a bae
She wan' go on a date, I told her, "No way"
Young n*gga been cashing, I'm havin' my way (Havin' my way)
These n*ggas be di*k riding more then the hoes these days
Your b*tch see me, and she ask where I stay
Wh-white ho, she look like Addison Rae
Tr-Try me, n*gga get hit with a K (Buh-buh-buh)
Got a J so fat and it's smokin' like sage
I'm ahead of these n*ggas, they not on my page
I really carry this rap sh*t, b*tch, I need a raise
Sixteen years of age, yeah, I paved a way, true
n*ggas claiming it's beef, but they don't want shoot
Must've thought I was lacking, got strap by me too (Grrah)
n*ggas not even active, just act in the booth
If he speak on the gang, I'ma knock out his tooth
An-And if it's war, lil' n*gga, don't truce
Bae, I ain't tryna argue, f*ck that attitude
Some n*ggas, they changed up, it ain't nothin' new
Shawty got hit in the stu' (Plug)
[Chorus]
Bad lil' b*tch, she say I'm fresh, and she likin' what she see
She ask if I'm stuck on my ex, I told her, "I'm stuck on this cheese"
I-I-I smoke loud by the P
Wh-Whip out the chop', now he deceased
That boy used to diss, now he coppin' a plea
I just smoked two O's, no Javale McGlee (On god)

[Outro]
Gang, gang
Grrah, bah, bah

[Refrain]
Bad lil' b*tch, she say I'm fresh, and she likin' what she see
She ask if I'm stuck on my ex, I told her, "I'm stuck on this cheese"
I-I-I smoke loud by the P
Wh-Whip out the chop', now he deceased
That boy used to diss, now he coppin' a plea
I just smoked O's, no Javale McGlee
Double R, or the black truck, waitin' for me
When I land in LA, I just hopped off a plane
It's a hunnid new ways in a day to get paid
Boy, you couldn't be on my team, I would request a trade
I just tossed bro—