Stuntin

[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 Bitches climax, you can call it crescendo I'm droppin' notes at the bar, fuck 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 Nobody 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 grass 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 bitch, 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 nobody 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 coke when it's on the block So you can smell what I'm cooking if it's not the Rock [Hook]