Baby Smoove - Dirty Faygo lyrics
[Baby Smoove - Dirty Faygo lyrics]
I'm a young rich bastard
Big FN get to sprayin' through your door
When I was a kid I wanted to ride 24's
I be drinkin' pints
He be playin' with his nose
I was sellin' 'bows
Way before I sold a phone
MVP without a ring
Shit I feel like Karl Malone
I'm high as hell, but if you try it
I'ma pop you in your dome
My hoes don't even be
Cryin' like these niggas, truth be told
I just went Amiri shoppin' and
That K was my tote
I'm smokin' dirty Faygo
They shoot on my say so
I drink so much fuckin' lean
You'd think I had eight colds
500K for my house, nigga fuck yo bankroll
She got a diamond link
Wrapped around her lil' ankle
Yesterday my pint was full
I'm thinkin' where'd my drank go?
Your BM a runner
Boy don't act like you don't know
My new bitch so rich
She might just pull up in a Rolls
To me you ain't important
So I won't pick up my phone
These big ol' Balenciagas got the
Size on them toes
Boy the way you dick suckin'
Hope you on his payroll
We'll put sixty in your car
Try to follow us home
First time I approve someone
Name is Mike Jones
Three bitches, one me, I'm enough
They can share
Three bitches on me, I'm gettin' head
Pullin' hair i won't let him come around
I know he wanna drop a tear
I send my niggas with them choppas
They gon' do him like a bear
I'ma be a billionaire in 'bout
Five to six years
One sixty in a Lam' truck
Watch how fast we disappear
I keep me a double cup
I ain't sippin' on no beer
If you see me and you stare
It just make you look weird
If you see me don't stare
I might shoot from ear to ear
745 with the Gucci interior
I see a rich nigga when
I'm lookin' in the mirror
I SS2, is a nigga still steering?