ARPeezy - Fresh Out Lyrics

Ay
We just Fresh out a little bit ago
Type shit, Type shit
'Lil one take, Had to do it to 'em
Ya feel me, ARPeezy out
Ay
Yeah it f*cking Peezy baby
ARPeezski on me
You know the f*cking drill baby
GTA loadout
How I'm f*cking coming anywhere I go out
Yeah that G-man, He be glued to me
I don't know what your talking 'bout
It's all tomfoolery
Uhh, Tomfoolery
All these bitches tryna mothaf*ckin fool me
Cuz I got my money up, Stacking it all up
Uh, uh
I be stacking it all up, Wish I had some more
But it's okay, Got enough to feed my family
And my daughter, And get me some
New J's and some new VVS's
I don't know why you tryna f*cking press bitch
Press me get a hollow point to the f*cking point
Uh, You get the point, Uh
Hollow point to your brain
Don't give no f*cks i be smoking propane
If I gotta cough imma hit the doctor
Get me some 'Tris, High Tec or whatever
I can get on the spot
Opioids, Benzos, I be feeling like it
When I smoke pot, I be fiending for it
I don't really give no f*cks imma fiend for it
But I
Got to get sober for my f*ckin' daughter
That's the only thing that makes sense
Only thing that makes sense
Makes sense, Makes sense
Imma try to make it all make sense
Uh
I don't know what's going on
I don't know what
I don't know what's going on
My brain is f*cking foggy
PTSD all up in my brain
Almost f*cking died like, Yesterday
No it was a little long ago
But still caught me a hole
Uh, FMJ got lucky though
F*ck, Doctor said it could've been bad
I don't give no f*cks i ain't ever going out bad
Ay
ARPeezy gonna f*ck you up
Uh
Pull up on me you must better tuck
Uh
Pull up on me that chain gotta tuck
Ay
Yeah that chain you gotta f*ckin' tuck it
Because I might just pull out this rocket
And then that shit's mine in my pocket
And then i'll wear it later imma rock it