Huh? (huh)

I get fresh (i get fresh)

For no reason (for no reason)I get fresh (i get fresh)

For no reason (for no reason)

I get (I get)

Huh?

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 leaving

Amiri on from next season (huh?)

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?)

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 shaking ′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, thumbing through my bands, huh

Hundred racks for that rollie dancing 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

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 (new Supreme)

I get fresh (gucci sneaks), for no reason (boy, you clean, huh?)

I wake up, put my clothes on just to get some 'bows gone

Got my Prada joggin′ fit on just to take my hoes home

My new bitch say she like flowers, so I bought her rose gold

I can get fresher than my opps in my old clothes

I walk in the Louis store like, "I need the one-of-ones"

I hope an opp walk in the studio, stomp him in my Air Force 1s

I'll put on all dior for the days I used to be poor

Prada shades on for fashion, they don′t even help me see more

Louis V my whole 'fit, I got on a rose kit

Five-hundred-gram cuban thang, bro look like a whole brick

Twenty bands in my pants, I look like a whole lick

Buffs look like some cocaine, I look like I sold it

They like, "skilla, you got on amiri," I be like, "No shit"

If you ain′t fresh, then start leaving

I be fresh for no reason (Huh?)

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 (new Supreme)

I get fresh (gucci sneaks), for no reason (boy, you clean, huh?)