Ray Bop Fre$H lyrics

Intro

Ahh, Ahh, Ahh, Ahh-Ahh
Doin' what I wanna, know I gotta get it
 Bitch I'm hotter than a sauna, tell me is you with it?
I'm on, top of my game maccin' under Yankee fitteds
 And nikkas know I ain't playing man I'm all about my business, 
Just know I goes in if you asking "who is this?"
Bitches wanna, blow him cuz I spit it so sickening
, Dying to be me so they're living against him, 
I know you see me Stylin' so Freely
, Young Nikka With A Attitude so be Eazy,
 And even though it's sad its true you nikkas not as cool
 ,I'm tryna get in the game do what I gotta do, 
And get that paper when I leave; yea that After School, 
Get my profits up; get my props up, 
You ain't hot as us stop lying patnah
, Tupac Hit 'em Up when I po-pop-up
, Gold watch stuntin' even when the shot clock up
, That's, top o' the line rhyming no gimmicks
, And, you know I shine even when the sun isn't
, Ya wouldn't kill shit with what ya'll spitting
, Its death/Def when I spit, hear this ya m! y victims
, Uh! So how ya say I'm trippin'?
When I'm on my feet bitch I'm cash gettin' (Get it?)
I'm the shit; ya just full of it
, I'm Fresh bust stupid moves, I'm stupid sick, BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! It's Bop!