Cassidy - B-Boy Stance 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, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-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
Tryna 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 hole 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

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-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, tryna 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
Lifes 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 'ox
VIP lookin' like a penitentiary block

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-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 yaknawutI'msayin
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 punani 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 umm -

Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
Chillin' in the club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I said I'm chillin' in the
Club in my b-boy stance
With my hoodie on and my gun in my pants
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes
I'm fresh, ye-yes, I'm fresh, ye-yes (oh)