Fresh - Infinity Lyrics

Lately, I been noticing the f*ckery
Got a couple bad bitches in my custody
I ain't worried bout' a hater nigga they look up to me
Alotta niggas round my way hustle just because of me
Catch a young nigga posted up on the ave
Northside chillin shawty yeah that's where we at
Bape mask supreme headband
Trappin' headband bitch you know I'm getting bands uh
My bitch think that I ain't shit
I just want me a foreign ass whip f*ck me a foreign ass bitch
Private jet we taking trips
I swea' I been on the muthaf*ckin' come up
Everybody know me
Beretta under my pea-coat
Touch me and you get smoked
Straight out the pound we blow dope
Sip real deal no karo
Spray them A-K's hoe
Fresh ain't going broke
And I ain't never played
I want muthaf*ckin' dough

I'ma ball fa' infinity
Shit on em fa' infinity
I say f*ck all my enemies
F*ck it they never been friends of me

I'ma ball fa' infinity
Shit on em fa' infinity
Now that I flex these bitches want sex
But, a young nigga just focused on checks

Underestimated greatly
Far from lazy
Free Swazy
In the streets we go brazy
It's f*ck you pay me
I could never' have enough
That bitch you f*ck ain't bad enough
My new chain weigh about a ounce
This gold a make you lose ya life
Simba don't pounce
If you value your life
You betta' think twice
Keep that .380 on me please don't roll the dice
It'll cost ya bitch I'm bossed up
Hail Mary no Randy Moss bruh
Young nigga get bodied
I'm tryna pull up in a 'Gatti
Bad bitch in shotty
F*ck nigga don't try me

Bitch I got that bag selling records out in Germany
Bitch I got that bag scaling work on a balcony
Bitch I got that bag selling records out in Germany
Bitch I got that bag scaling work on a balcony

I'ma ball fa' infinity
Shit on em fa' infinity
I say f*ck all my enemies
F*ck it they never been friends of me

I'ma ball fa' infinity
Shit on em fa' infinity
Now that I flex these bitches want sex
But, a young nigga just focused on checks

And I been wondering when I'll be top of my class
Bloggers, A&Rs, and Fans think I'm a blast from the past
Spitting real rap shit
Only quoted spitting facts bitch
Got it in the mail and got it missing
Call that shit magic
I ain't worried bout' love yeah it's so tragic
I'm getting to the money yeah bitch I'm f*cking at it
Keep white in the attic and a couple automatics
50 round drum in 4 seconds
Let a nigga have it

Bitch I got that bag selling records out in Germany
Bitch I got that bag scaling work on a balcony
Bitch I got that bag selling records out in Germany
Bitch I got that bag scaling work on a balcony

I'ma ball fa' infinity
Shit on em fa' infinity
I say f*ck all my enemies
F*ck it they never been friends of me

I'ma ball fa' infinity
Shit on em fa' infinity
Now that I flex these bitches want sex
But, a young nigga just focused on checks

I'ma ball fa' infinity
Shit on em fa' infinity
I say f*ck all my enemies
F*ck it they never been friends of me

I'ma ball fa' infinity
Shit on em fa' infinity
Now that I flex these bitches want sex
But, a young nigga just focused on checks