B-Boy Stance-Cassidy

Artist：cassidy Songs Title：b-boy stance Chillen in da club in my bboy stance My hoody on and my gun in my pants Chillen in da club in my bboy stance my hoody on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh to death I'm fresh to death- Dressed to impress Fresh foreal homie dressed to kill I'm the best foreal I was blessed with skills The tef vest and my necklace still I'ma threat foreal I come at niggas necks foreal Tryna build my success got me stressed foreal I done gained my respect cuz 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 gon' testify F da extra sh*t Get a extra clip I get some extra lip just expect to die I'll put a hole in ya head cuz I hold bread And my lawyer Johnny Cochrin 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 (Swiss BeatZ) Chillen in da club in my bboy stance My hoody on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh 2 death I'm fresh to death Yooooo I get it poppin on da block like a b-boy If u cop a couple of rocks u get a freeboy U 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 f**k around with me boy The wrist like f**kin a b**ch wit no c (condom) boy I'ma G boy Get smoked by da 3 boy Coke by da key boy Got d**e and da e boy Me boy I'm bout 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 gon' eventually stop And da slugs gon' eventually pop Cause all da real thugs in a box or penetentiary oc VIP lookin like a penetentiary block When I'm Chillen in da club in my b-boy stance My hoody on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh to death 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 kno wut I'm sayin) And I ain't playin wit dem niggas dat be feelin dey tough I ain't a killa but u still'll get touched I network sweatshirt Wit the hood I be stealin da snuff And my lil 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 And I got the steal in my pants Don't grind on me Can't dance I got the nine on me Heckler and cotch mami Fresh from da box mami Gotcha panani wet cuz I'm fresh to the socks mami Fresh from da block mami So I'm makin her friend seem like a b**ch when I'm makin her cum Cuz I'm Chillen in da club in my b-boy stance My hoody on and my gun in my pants I'm fresh to death Repeat