Fresh Out The Can Lyrics
[Chorus: Gunna]
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Free all the bros, keep you a chop'
Eat like a mobster, lobster and pasta
Damn, that’s an opp, I gotta pop 'em
Shoot at a copper, somebody stop 'em
Send me the wire, make it in rappin'
I send my lady to Mason and Prada
I call lil' baby, I love me some baby
New two door Mercedеs, she whippin' the latest
Nеw registration, we all 'round the nation
My album went crazy, new certification (Ya)
More flowers for lady, I love our relation
We went through our phases and changin' locations
My cousin an opp but I brought out the bacon
I ran out of patience, ain’t nobody waitin' (Ya)
My lawyer told me “We ain’t loosin' no cases”
My papa told me “We good with the Masons”
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds
[Verse 1: Gunna]
Free all the bros, keep you a chop'
Eat like a mobster, lobster and pasta
Damn, that’s an opp, I gotta pop 'em
Shoot at a copper, somebody stop 'em
Send me the wire, make it in rappin'
I send my lady to Mason and Prada
I call lil' baby, I love me some baby
New two door Mercedеs, she whippin' the latest
Nеw registration, we all 'round the nation
My album went crazy, new certification (Ya)
More flowers for lady, I love our relation
We went through our phases and changin' locations
My cousin an opp but I brought out the bacon
I ran out of patience, ain’t nobody waitin' (Ya)
My lawyer told me “We ain’t loosin' no cases”
My papa told me “We good with the Masons”
[Chorus: Gunna]
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds
[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo
Four hundred thousand I took off the head (Hey)
Thousand designers, I drip when I dress
Drivin', she suckin' me, I’m ’bout to wreck
Run up the racks like I’m runnin' the tread' (Racks)
She want a Birkin, told her she dead
Pay for her surgery, told me she scared
Broke the bitch back, I done broke the bitch legs
I got more money, you heard what I said
These niggas cap, they be tough on the app
I done been 'cross the map, twenty hoes in my bath (Woo)
Chrome with the Raf, gift of the gab
Bag up the weed, let the bird take a bath
Red Ferrari on Biscayne Ave
Seen a bad bitch I ain’t fucked in a while (Who?)
Spin on my opps, we ain’t throw in the towel
My diamonds hittin', you see 'em, say “Wow”
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds
[Verse 2: Offset]
Woo
Four hundred thousand I took off the head (Hey)
Thousand designers, I drip when I dress
Drivin', she suckin' me, I’m ’bout to wreck
Run up the racks like I’m runnin' the tread' (Racks)
She want a Birkin, told her she dead
Pay for her surgery, told me she scared
Broke the bitch back, I done broke the bitch legs
I got more money, you heard what I said
These niggas cap, they be tough on the app
I done been 'cross the map, twenty hoes in my bath (Woo)
Chrome with the Raf, gift of the gab
Bag up the weed, let the bird take a bath
Red Ferrari on Biscayne Ave
Seen a bad bitch I ain’t fucked in a while (Who?)
Spin on my opps, we ain’t throw in the towel
My diamonds hittin', you see 'em, say “Wow”
[Chorus: Gunna]
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds
Jump off the porch, fresh out the can (Fresh)
Maybach a sport, back out of bed
Tired of the Wock', I want some red (Ya)
Start with a chrome, now I got bread
Came out the slums, slide with a drum
Smoke in my lungs, cash on ya head
High off of drugs, pass me the meds
Free all the bros, fuck all the feds
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Genius Annotation
“Fresh Out The Can” is an unreleased collaboration between Gunna & Offset that was recorded sometime in 2018. A CDQ snippet of the song surfaced on September 30, 2023. Another CDQ snippet surfaced on November 2, 2023.
The song leaked on November 6, 2023.
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