Dead Fresh Lyrics by Lil Baby
Okay, I’m dead fresh Carlton (Dead fresh)
Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scent
Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell, yeah, everyone else got M (M-M)
Bitch talkin’ ’bout Xan-Xan (Yeah), ho, get out my ear
Money coming in, I put my nanny in Chanel
Made it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a Maybach
If I lose it all, is you gon’ hold it down for real?
Hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)
First of all, I am not a trick
Lil’ bitty bitch, but I’ll boss you up
I like when she post a picture in some shit I bought for her
Pack out rock our shows around the globe, I got my offers up
Fashion shows want me front row, I bring my coffee cup
Tryna make all my greats, outweight my goods, I hope my heart don’t bust
Feel way better with my skin, your boyfriend’s a nice one (Yeah)
Really came from nothing (Pheew)
Living in a hotel with my sisters and my mama
First Black man to do it where I’m from, I’m like Obama (No cap)
Motorcade through traffic when I’m in it, yeah
Dope Boy swag forever, I wear them Vsus off the pillar
I got diamonds on block, Air Force 1s it rings like Miller, yeah
She had tried to play, I hit her biggest off on Pinter, yeah
Country boy, I got four hundred bands inside the Chevy, yeah
I’m dead fresh Carlton (Dead fresh)
Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scent
Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell, yeah, everyone else got M (M-M)
Bitch talkin’ ’bout Xan-Xan (Yeah), ho, get out my ear
Money coming in, I put my nanny in Chanel
Made it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a Maybach
If I lose it all, is you gon’ hold it down for real?
Hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)
Four-four-two, get out the motor, this a old school something (Skrrt)
Inside looking like some crème brûlée, the leather soft as butter
Raise my right hand up to God and tell no lie until you earn mine
I got rich but every day I wake up looking for a come up
Turn down, check it cost a dub, yeah
Don Julio, yeah, turn up the club, yeah
I done cut her off, she tryna pop out with a scrub, yeah
I’m putting on that stove, yeah, whole heart on the Uggs, yeah
I invest my money in the streets and watch it double
Million for the lawyer fees, don’t care about getting in trouble
I been there, fine shit in my section
I be making my watches match my car, I’m really flexing
I’m steppin’, I’m—
I’m dead fresh Carlton (Dead fresh)
Bottega cardigan (Yeah), Virgin Mary flower scent
Yeah, I pull up fresh as hell, yeah, everyone else got M (M-M)
Bitch talkin’ ’bout Xan-Xan (Yeah), ho, get out my ear
Money coming in, I put my nanny in Chanel
Made it out the slum, I got my granny pushing a Maybach
If I lose it all, is you gon’ hold it down for real?
Hold up, this beat came from Pharrell (Yeah)
