Fashawn, Bengü - Friday Fire Cypher - Sway's Universe lyrics
[Fashawn, Bengü - Friday Fire Cypher - Sway's Universe lyrics]
Yo, friends come and they go, so
I hit and left, chick on the steps
Didn't expect, givin' me neck
Flippin' my to death
Grip it and rip it to shreds
Gritty and i'm gettin' this bread niggas is
Hold up, let the bitch breathe
Take your time ok, uh, yo, uh
Yo i'm young F, dumb fresh
Three chains, one chest aka unimpressed
Nigga, i'm from the F that's F-R-E-S
N-O, professional
It's all love, nigga, X and O
Might just pop a X and go
Yeah, I'm from CA nigga all day
Catch me in a hallway with an AK all day, uh
Always, got entrees, uh
So i'm serving like a waiter, uh
Y'all niggas is haters
It's go time some more rhymes (Okay)
Since '09 ('09) i been gettin it (uh)
From my first mixtape with green lantern
All out to kush packs
That's the motherfuck about Ben G
I don't push back
Yeah Shade 45 this is a ransom
Sway call Kanye, you found the answer
Ben G, I'm back in this bitch
My attitude, backpackin' this bitch (ah)
Full of packs in this bitch
I do not act in this bitch
Do not give me a Oscar bitch we are poppin'
The last one i pulled out the bag
This one is coming off the top
I came off the block
Cause them cops is too hot
Hot, yuck, niggas hit 'em fuckin' shots
Like YA, YA, YA, YA niggas know that's me
Uh, fresh off the F, can't test me, yeah
Matter of fact, don't call the cops
Nigga arrest me! Young F-A-S-H-A W-N
You niggas got no idea how
Much motherfuckin' trouble you in
And that's me nigga, that's g nigga
That's freestyle, no written man
That's free nigga
You gotta pay for it, it ain't free nigga
Word, word to my niggas in the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
Fresno, LA all the way
To the motherfuckin' FC, what's up
CA in your area, uh, bout to cause hysteria
Uh sick as malaria, and what up!
I'm not a mainstream rapper
I ain't Hollywood and i can't be an actor
Where the traffickers, trappers
All you rapper straight ass and you backwards
I can't hold back laughter
You mix-eyed master, nothing comes after
I'm a crazy ass bastard
Paint it from the bottom of the ladder
They say I don't look the part
But i'm coming from the heart
Ain't that what you call art?
Went hard from the start
I walk around my city
No security is with me ain't
Nobody pulled my card
Nobody will, everybody chill, everybody
Know the deal, we real
And the flow 'sycho
But i ain't got mental patients
Keep sayin' I'm ill
I hit and left, chick on the steps
Didn't expect, givin' me neck
Flippin' my to death
Grip it and rip it to shreds
Gritty and i'm gettin' this bread niggas is
Hold up, let the bitch breathe
Take your time ok, uh, yo, uh
Yo i'm young F, dumb fresh
Three chains, one chest aka unimpressed
Nigga, i'm from the F that's F-R-E-S
N-O, professional
It's all love, nigga, X and O
Might just pop a X and go
Yeah, I'm from CA nigga all day
Catch me in a hallway with an AK all day, uh
Always, got entrees, uh
So i'm serving like a waiter, uh
Y'all niggas is haters
It's go time some more rhymes (Okay)
Since '09 ('09) i been gettin it (uh)
From my first mixtape with green lantern
All out to kush packs
That's the motherfuck about Ben G
I don't push back
Yeah Shade 45 this is a ransom
Sway call Kanye, you found the answer
Ben G, I'm back in this bitch
My attitude, backpackin' this bitch (ah)
Full of packs in this bitch
I do not act in this bitch
Do not give me a Oscar bitch we are poppin'
The last one i pulled out the bag
This one is coming off the top
I came off the block
Cause them cops is too hot
Hot, yuck, niggas hit 'em fuckin' shots
Like YA, YA, YA, YA niggas know that's me
Uh, fresh off the F, can't test me, yeah
Matter of fact, don't call the cops
Nigga arrest me! Young F-A-S-H-A W-N
You niggas got no idea how
Much motherfuckin' trouble you in
And that's me nigga, that's g nigga
That's freestyle, no written man
That's free nigga
You gotta pay for it, it ain't free nigga
Word, word to my niggas in the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
Fresno, LA all the way
To the motherfuckin' FC, what's up
CA in your area, uh, bout to cause hysteria
Uh sick as malaria, and what up!
I'm not a mainstream rapper
I ain't Hollywood and i can't be an actor
Where the traffickers, trappers
All you rapper straight ass and you backwards
I can't hold back laughter
You mix-eyed master, nothing comes after
I'm a crazy ass bastard
Paint it from the bottom of the ladder
They say I don't look the part
But i'm coming from the heart
Ain't that what you call art?
Went hard from the start
I walk around my city
No security is with me ain't
Nobody pulled my card
Nobody will, everybody chill, everybody
Know the deal, we real
And the flow 'sycho
But i ain't got mental patients
Keep sayin' I'm ill