B Boy Stance lyrics

{Chorus}[2x] - (Swiss Beatz):
Chillin' in da club in my b-boy stance
My hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death

{Cassidy}:
I'm fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real homie, dressed to kill
I'm the best for real, I was blessed with skills
The tef vest and my necklace still
I'm a threat for real
I come at nigga's necks for real
Tryna build my success got me stressed for real
I done gained my respect 'cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn't for dem drugs you'd be extra shy
Knowin' if I throw dem slugs you gonna testify
Fa da extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip just expect to die
I'll put a hole in ya head 'cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran, an old head
Clappin' da pound, we ain't pattin' 'em down
And I stay strapped man, I got my gat on me now

{Chorus}[2x] - (Swiss Beatz):
Chillin' in da club in my b-boy stance
My hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death, I'm fresh to death

{Cassidy}:
I get it poppin' on the block like a b-boy
If you pop a couple of rocks you get a freeboy
You can take a couple of shots and get a kilo
If you try to take what I got or stick me boy
See boy, tryna fuck around with me boy
The wrist like a fuckin' bitch
With no c (condom) boy
I'm a G boy, get smoked by da 3 boy
Coke by da key boy, got dope and da E boy
Me boy, I'm about to take da industry ova
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 big Pretend to be pac, pretend to be hot
But all dat pretendin' gonna eventually stop
And da slugs gonna eventually pop
'Cause all da real thugs in a box
Or penitentiary OC
VIP lookin' like a penetentiary block when I'm

{Chorus}[2x] - (Swiss Beatz):
Chillin' in da club in my b-boy stance
My hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death

{Cassidy}:
OKAY, I'm fresh to death like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceiling lift up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin'
I might be feelin' da truck
Eitha way da chicks still on my nuts
{Ya know what I'm sayin'}
And I ain't playin' with dem niggas
Dat be feelin' dey tough
I ain't a killa but you still'll get touched
I network sweatshirt with the hood
I be stealin' da snuff
And my litle man fillin' da dutch
While I chill in da cut
On my lean chicks, feelin' my stance
Chinese spring on da jeans
Chicks feelin' my pants
Don't grind on me, can't dance the nine on me
Heckler and cotch mami, fresh from da box mami
Gotcha panani wet
'Cause I'm fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from da block mami
So I'm makin' her friend seem like a bitch
When I'm makin' her cum

{Chorus}[2x] - (Swiss Beatz)
Chillin' in da club in my b-boy stance
My hoody on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh to death