Astonead, Nu Image - FWTS lyrics
[Astonead, Nu Image - FWTS lyrics]
My bro hit me up on my phone for the play
Think about my past I be strapped for the day
That’s just how we live schemin’
Plans by the way
I be moving fast give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say
And if they talking reckless
Got the heater on my waist
Smooth with the shit's
I don’t ever leave a trace
If you don’t got money
Get the fuck out my face
See if money is time then
Why I been feeling timeless?
Race against the clock can’t tell
You where my mind is
Facing all these thoughts look
Like I’m reading science
Found the best reefer I can tell
You where to find it
Vine this, finest, you can be the highest
Talk about my cheese look like I designed it
Send me the addy we gonn’ slide we be riding
Catch me and my brotha in the
City all the time man
Yeah give a fuck what they say
I’m smooth with the paper
But a backwood a day
Remember back in the day
Only had 5 couldn’t have it my way
Now I’m in the six blowing blunts to the face
Party at the telly Westin
Harbour don’t be late
TTC metro couldn’t drive I’m too faded
Metro was booming bust out a 2 play
My bro hit me up on my phone for the play
Think about my past
I be strapped for the day
That’s just how we live schemin
Plans by the way
I be moving fast give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say
And if they talking reckless
Got the heater on my waist
Smooth with the shit's
I don’t ever leave a trace
If you don’t got money
Get the fuck out my face
I need all the real riders to the left and
Heat the lead leave these clout
Seekers outta breath and
Pump faking in the name Smith and Wesson
We just run that check up to the
To the sky while they stressing
Pull up seven deep with a center piece
We don’t settle beef
Turn up till the end of me
Serotonin flow feed the streets amphetamine
Looking like a felony why
Ya Babygirl got a taste for my blood now
Feel the rush in my veins when she come round
Fuckin on drugs getting buzzed out
Part ways with that pussy it’s a Comedown
Nah this ain’t the type of love to believe in
Call it love but it’s really an agreement
Room full of dead presidents and demons
Say she need me got her fiending
What a feeling
My bro hit me up on my phone for the play
Think about my past
I be strapped for the day
That’s just how we live schemin
Plans by the way
I be moving fast give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say
And if they talking reckless
Got the heater on my waist
Smooth with the shit's
I don’t ever leave a trace
If you don’t got money
Get the fuck out my face
Think about my past I be strapped for the day
That’s just how we live schemin’
Plans by the way
I be moving fast give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say
And if they talking reckless
Got the heater on my waist
Smooth with the shit's
I don’t ever leave a trace
If you don’t got money
Get the fuck out my face
See if money is time then
Why I been feeling timeless?
Race against the clock can’t tell
You where my mind is
Facing all these thoughts look
Like I’m reading science
Found the best reefer I can tell
You where to find it
Vine this, finest, you can be the highest
Talk about my cheese look like I designed it
Send me the addy we gonn’ slide we be riding
Catch me and my brotha in the
City all the time man
Yeah give a fuck what they say
I’m smooth with the paper
But a backwood a day
Remember back in the day
Only had 5 couldn’t have it my way
Now I’m in the six blowing blunts to the face
Party at the telly Westin
Harbour don’t be late
TTC metro couldn’t drive I’m too faded
Metro was booming bust out a 2 play
My bro hit me up on my phone for the play
Think about my past
I be strapped for the day
That’s just how we live schemin
Plans by the way
I be moving fast give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say
And if they talking reckless
Got the heater on my waist
Smooth with the shit's
I don’t ever leave a trace
If you don’t got money
Get the fuck out my face
I need all the real riders to the left and
Heat the lead leave these clout
Seekers outta breath and
Pump faking in the name Smith and Wesson
We just run that check up to the
To the sky while they stressing
Pull up seven deep with a center piece
We don’t settle beef
Turn up till the end of me
Serotonin flow feed the streets amphetamine
Looking like a felony why
Ya Babygirl got a taste for my blood now
Feel the rush in my veins when she come round
Fuckin on drugs getting buzzed out
Part ways with that pussy it’s a Comedown
Nah this ain’t the type of love to believe in
Call it love but it’s really an agreement
Room full of dead presidents and demons
Say she need me got her fiending
What a feeling
My bro hit me up on my phone for the play
Think about my past
I be strapped for the day
That’s just how we live schemin
Plans by the way
I be moving fast give a fuck what they say
Give a fuck what they say
And if they talking reckless
Got the heater on my waist
Smooth with the shit's
I don’t ever leave a trace
If you don’t got money
Get the fuck out my face