stuntin - fresco (battle rapper) lyrics
[hook]
i’m not the same child, judgin’ from my mama’s pictures
(no no no no no no no no)
i rock the stage now, stuntin’ like my father figure
(woah woah woah woah woah woah woah woah)
i rock rock steady, they ain’t on nothin’
(no no no no no no no no)
now my guap-top heavy so i’m sittin’ on somethin’
in the drop top chevy with the stopwatch ready
[verse 1: fresco]
i’m the fresco that all of your friends know
high-tech flow when i talk to the tempo
kicks and hi-hats in the cardigan presto
b-tches climax, you can call it crescendo
i’m droppin’ notes at the bar, f-ck a separate check
all these minors got me twisted like a treble clef
the way i play it i don’t think that she ready fo’
i slide her g-string and three finger arpeggios
[hook]
[verse 2: fresco]
flow snipe again
olympic gold rifleman
fresh get you served over the net, watch me spike it in
you shortcut to the program, i type it in
hold it down while i throw your style in the recycle bin
n0body nice as him, really they’re behind
still, i bear in mind
that they’re still on their decline
come up for the guap, now i’m really here to shine
till it’s 24 o’clock, now it’s military time
you think it’s funny then?
drop and give me twenty then
you can mix this red bull and vodka up in your tummy then
i make the party pop
tell her when to start or stop
take bacardi shots
and target rockin’ in the parking lot
i stay proper
swag with great posture
i graduated phd, i play doctor
but if there’s gr-ss in the field i play soccer
it’s tia and tamara, we’re sharing the same locker
[hook]
[verse 3: fresco]
i’m going hard in this b-tch, i don’t wanna stop
jetpacks on my back, i am an autobot
i pop a squat
drop a shot
got my collar popped
i let a french vanilla breezy feed me chocolate
can’t n0body get it in, cause i got it locked
i got a sock on the door, so they gotta knock
now tell me if i hit the spot or not
i make her sing because i’m good with the thing
she gets her body rocked
i’m fres-keezy, mister mr. guap-a-lot
light a pack of firecrackers and a bottle rock
like boom-shock-a-lock, boom-boom-shock-a-lock
yeah, he on fire – dr. pepper and a vodka shot
old money on my wrist – grandfather clock
i want the yellow with the bezzle spinning on the top
no joke, flow c0ke when it’s on the block
so you can smell what i’m cooking if it’s not the rock
[hook]
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