[Interlude]
Ayy twin, what, what the fuck goin' big, bruh?
Well, you know what the hell goin' on wit' me
You know I'm finna pull up somethin' real nasty out here
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout
New Hellcat, muh'fucka, Widebody Jailbreak
Yeah, the Jailbreak
These n***as ain't havin' this one, on God, bruh, that serious
This bitch got 800, 800 thousand horsepower, bruh
For real, huh
And what? Shit, you know what I mean?
And I'm finna go put some 12's in the trunk
I'm finna put like sixteen 12's in the trunk
Finna go crazy, bruh
Beat down everybody block, bruh, on God
Know the young n***a gon' try to hop in this motherfucker
Little waterboard and shit — nah, I ain't goin'
Finna hit the lock 'bout a million times
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep

[Intro: 2 Chainz, Curren$y]
I say I'm poppin' tags, I'm talkin' my Benzo
I'm fresh off the lot, fresh—, fresh off the lot
I say I'm poppin' tags, I'm talkin' my Benzo
(Yeah, I ain't waitin')
I'm fresh off the lot, fresh—, fresh off the lot
(Uh)
[Verse 1: Curren$y, 2 Chainz]
I just left off the lot in this bitch
(Fresh off the lot)
I'm finna hit the shop in this shit
Put some rims on it and some knock in this bitch
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
I gotta roll, I ain't stoppin' for a bitch
Out here slangin' rhymes like they rocks on the strip
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
If it's on, we not squashin' that shit
You think you slick, the homies watchin' that shit
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
Ain't no talkin' your way outta that shit
Tomorrow morning, whole hood gossipin' and shit
'Bout how many times you got hit
Your closest homie, he's so hurt 'bout that shit
Because he wasn't by your side when you dipped
But he feel like n***as gotta die about that shit
He ridin' to the other side and it's only him
And a pistol, he don't care which one really did it
Anybody outside gon' get it
Tears in his eyes while firin'
A one-man drive-by while cryin'
The news said he dropped two bodies so now he's smilin'
But he know he turned the hourglass over on hisself
Matter of time before the enemies is out slidin'
So many emotions goin' on inside him
I seent him on his porch, I chucked the peace sign at him
Then I cracked my volume
[Chorus: Curren$y, 2 Chainz]
I just left off the lot in this bitch
(Fresh off the lot)
I'm finna hit the shop in this shit
Put some rims on it and some knock in this bitch
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
I gotta roll, I ain't stoppin' for a bitch
Out here slangin' rhymes like they rocks on the strip
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
If it's on, we not squashin' that shit
You think you slick, the homies watchin' that shit
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
Ain't no talkin' your way outta that shit
Tomorrow morning, whole hood gossipin' and shit

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Dude took the pack from the wrong n***a (Wrong)
Bruh called him back, he told bruh to come get it (Come get it)
Months passed by, caught him in the trenches
You know what happened next — nevermind, forget it
Remember, I'm an artist, let me paint a picture (Yeah)
This when repercussions turn to competition
Who gon' do it first, have somebody weepin' (Weepin')
This my dirty flo', ain't nobody sweepin' (Ain't nobody sweepin')
It's a war outside, like you Mobb Deep
Bow-bow in the face, turn the other cheek (Bow)
Who gon' call the mama when they layin' in the street
You know that pissed me off so don't you say that shit to me
Um, bodies start droppin' (Droppin'), people stop speakin' (Speakin')
Now they in the streets playin' hide and go seek and (Damn)
Every week a funeral, it got different preachers (Preachers)
Depend on what I'm ridin' in, it got different features
[Chorus: Curren$y, 2 Chainz]
Damn, I just left off the lot in this bitch
(Fresh off the lot)
I'm finna hit the shop in this shit
Put some rims on it and some knock in this bitch
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
I gotta roll, I ain't stoppin' for a bitch
Out here slangin' rhymes like they rocks on the strip
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
If it's on, we not squashin' that shit
You think you slick, the homies watchin' that shit
(Fresh—, fresh off the lot)
Ain't no talkin' your way outta that shit
Tomorrow morning, whole hood gossipin' and shit

[Outro: 2 Chainz]
Fresh off the lot
Fresh—, fresh off the lot
Fresh—, fresh off the lot
Fresh—, fresh off the lot