Cassidy - B-Boy Stance (Main) lyrics

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
Yeah, okay
I'm ready to get my drink on, on this one
Let's go
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes i said
€½Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes”
I'm fresh to death, dressed to impress
Fresh for real, nigga dressed to kill
I'm the best for real
I was blessed with skill
The FS in my necklace still
I'm a threat for real
I come at niggas necks for real
Tryin' build my success got
Me stressed for real
I'ma gain my respect 'cause I'm extra real
And I'm extra fly, you just extra high
If it wasn't for them drugs
You'd be extra shy knowin' if I throw them
Slugs you gon' testify
F the extra shit, get an extra clip
I get some extra lip, just expect to die
I'll put a whole in your head
'cause I hold bread
And my lawyer Johnny Cochran old head
Clappin' a pound, he ain't pattin' me down
And I stay strapped man I got
My gat on me now
I'm just chillin' in the club
In my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes i said
€½Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes”
I get it poppin' on the block like a b-boy
If you cop a couple of rocks
You get a free boy
You could take a couple of shots
And get a key loy
If you try to take what I got, a stick me boy
See boy, tryin' fuck around with me boy
Your wrist like fuckin' a bitch
With no see boy
I'm a G boy, get smoked by the P boy
Coke by the key boy, got dope and the E boy
Me boy, I'm 'bout to take the industry over
Life's a 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 that pretendin'
Gon' eventually stop
And the slugs gonna eventually pop
'Cause all the real thugs in the
Box or the penitentiary oxe
VIP lookin' like a penitentiary block
But I'm now
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes i said
€½Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes”
Okay, I'm fresh to death
Like a million bucks
My Benz got big rims and my ceilin' lift up
Dependin' on how I'm feelin' might
Be wheelin' the truck
Either way the chicks still on my nuts
You know what I'm sayin'
I ain't playin' with them niggas
That be feelin' they tough
I ain't a killa but you
Still will get touched
I network, sweatshirt with the hood
Got the steel in the tuck
And my lil' man feelin' the dutch
While I chill in the cut
On my lean, chicks stealin' my stance
Chinese print on the jeans
Chicks spillin' my pants
And I got the steel in my pants
Don't grind on me
I can't dance I got the nine on me
Heckler and Koch mami
Fresh from the box mami
Got your panani wet 'cause I'm
Fresh to the socks mami
Fresh from the block mami
So I'm makin' it fun see life a bitch
But I'm makin' her cum and um
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes i said
€½Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes”
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes i said
€½Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes
I'm fresh yes, I'm fresh yes”