Freshman

[Chorus: Gucci Mane] I remember when I was a freshman- You would think a stylist dressed me Nooo You can't tell me nothin’, ‘bout how to dress, bitch I'm the freshest nigga, ever that got fresh, bitch Bring some ice, ‘cause I need some ‘refreshments’ My nigga don't pour nothing, unless a fo’ We get money, bitch, I didn't mean to stress it… Don’t come ‘round me, unless you know to dress, bitch [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My bitch dress so fly, man, she so jazzy Every time you see her, she be smashin' She class’y than a bitch, but she get nasty If I wouldn’t gettin' money I know she'd trash me, damn I give it to her, she don't gotta ask me I'm sippin' lean my voice is kinda raspy, uh-uh Attractive and I met her at the classic Was passin' kush, but could not let her pass me You married baby? Hope don't mind me askin'… (Wow) I told her, “I hate haters with a passion” Hang wit me, I could put you up on fashion You fine ass hell, but man, you dress so damn un-fashion You coordinated too good, you need to try mix match it I got that acrobatic pack, I swear, I do gymnastics She told me, “fuck that shit, cause baby I’m acrobatic- And I can suck that dick backwards, you know you like that” Wop [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I remember when I was a freshman- You would think a stylist dressed me Nooo You can't tell me nothin’, ‘bout how to dress, bitch I'm the freshest nigga, ever that got fresh, bitch Bring some ice, ‘cause I need some ‘refreshments’ My nigga don't pour nothing, unless a fo’ We get money, bitch, I didn't mean to stress it… Don’t come ‘round me, unless you know to dress, bitch [Verse 2: Peewee Longway] Fly kid, bitches love to see me, in fly kicks Rockin' Tom Ford, hoes stand in line for my Concord The teacher love to see me come and write on the chalk board Draped up from head to toe, designer and diamonds Hoes got a crush on a player, ear-to-ear smilin'- At a dope boy freshman, in a BBC letterman Ferragamo buckle, Versace, Medusa, Sicily Louis Vuitton Duffle, 100k nothin' but Benji's in it I'mma fuckin' freshman, in the same car, the principle in OG bags bunkin', I'mma go’n throw the Forgi’s on it Bunkin' out the locker, all the hoes say they goin' for me ‘Bond Number 9’, they say, ‘they love that aroma on me’ [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I remember when I was a freshman- You would think a stylist dressed me Nooo You can't tell me nothin’, ‘bout how to dress, bitch I'm the freshest nigga, ever that got fresh, bitch Bring some ice, ‘cause I need some ‘refreshments’ My nigga don't pour nothing, unless a fo’ We get money, bitch, I didn't mean to stress it… Don’t come ‘round me, unless you know to dress, bitch [Outro] Yeah, bitch It’s funny how times change Back in the day, a nigga didn’t have nothing At first, a mufuckin’ freshman, nigga You’n want give a nigga no pussy You was a senior You was fine, but look at you now, bitch You got a thousand children Wit’ a thousand baby daddy’s I’m riding clean, I’m driving good We riding good, we fucking good You dirty, bad body, bitch! Bitch, you built up like a BMW Your body made wrong… Bitch you got a Gulla! You’n know what a Gulla is? That’s that shit up under your stomach ‘Fore it get to your pussy, bitch Get some clothes on… Everybody can’t wear spandex And your one of them motherfuckers ‘Cause bitch, you look like the Michelin Man You look like a motherfuckin invertebrates circus You look like the motherfucker that ride on that ball *Doot, doot, doota, doot* You clown lookin motherfucker! All that makeup, hoe, ya’ old One thang about it, two thing for sure Come get you some money, man We’ll buy that pussy, just for the hell of it, let you get some’n ‘Cause you ain’t really got shit Big’n hoe, eat you some Ramen noodles Put some Bologna in it, bitch And call yourself a mufuckin’ player Bitch, we eatin’ steak and shrimp Gettin’ our dicks sucked