Fbgrxzzly* - Fasho lyrics
[Fbgrxzzly* - Fasho lyrics]
Big ass XD at your dome
No it ain’t google, but it’s chrome
Got a bad bitch, won’t leave me lone
She wanna slide, you know it’s on
She was outside when she hit my phone
Had to tell her "ready, set, let’s go!"
She play this song when she on the road
And she give brain, no honor roll
Light up his mans, put em in a roll
Shorty look bad for the picture, woah
Imma fuck
You think she sent the pictures for?
Imma threw her another wish or above
Put an opp nigga in a swisher above
And the Uzi handlе the sticks and stones
Oh, oh
Cars or thе money, bae how about both?
I got bands swear I’m not broke
I’m the man and yeah she know yeah
Shawty wanna kick with us though
Shawty wanna kick right now
Niggas so lame, they stealing my flow
Yeah, fuck around steal yo hoe yeah
Niggas don’t want no smoke
I got money, and a big ass house
Chopper gone cut a nigga in his mouth, yuh
Tech on a nigga, always bout it, yuh
Gang on go, fasho
Big guap on me, that is for show, yuh
Gang knocked off ya shoulder
Big ass Glock on me, it ain’t for show, yuh
Yeah, fasho yeah, fasho
Wassup with that hoe? yeah
Kick shit with your hoe, yeah
She wanna come to my home, yeah
Thot lil bitch, keep blowing my phone
She gimme the top, then I get gone
I hop in that TrackHawk, and I get gone
Walk in your spot, walking in chrome
He gotta gat but it’s just for show
He gotta strap but he won’t let it blow
Guess you could say that boy half on go
I get you right, half off promo
Cause we got that pack, it’s not for the low
And ain’t no small sacks, we trafficking bows
A nigga too high so my eyes real low
Playing with bands like a halftime show
My pockets fat nigga, fosho
My wallet so stacked, nigga it can’t fold
Do we get money, you already know
Do you get money, I really hope so
You hop out the bucket, your tank on low
I hop out the Bimmer, put sport in the mode
These niggas act funny like
They telling jokes ha
I don’t sip a deuce, take 4 to the dome
Arrived at the bank now a nigga feel home
My bro took his bitch, now he feeling alone
And this is a wood nigga, not a cone
And i like that money put me in my zone
You not talking hunnit's bitch leave me alone
He ain’t had that money, I had to abort it
Smoking moonrock it’s gone put me in orbit
My niggas keep Glocks
What the fuck is a Taurus
Push up inna Bimmer coupe, imma floor it
Old ass nigga, worry about your mortgage
She gonna drop it lower than the floor sit
I know some shooters who’ll push
Up and torch shit get paid with the gang
You know that we scorin
Look your at your bank statements
That shit trash
I’d hate to be you if you make me mad
And I’d hate to be you bitch I’m very glad
I don’t think this nigga ever seen a rack
I be with the demons you know they don’t lack
I say I get money but that shit a fact
I be in the crib, scaling out the pack
What’s that in the left? nigga it’s a gat
I got a stick it do damage
I got the strap it’s a canik
Bust a hollow, have em whaling
Where ya money go? That shit vanished
I cannot fuck with the politics
Gimme that money want all of it
Tryna get me some head I need knowledge
You not on go boy you stalling
Fucking with us get your jaw split
You pussy can’t come to the dog pit
Niggas fake flexing just stop it
You wifing that hoe with high mileage
But i guess it don’t really surprise me
Drugs in my blood stream no IV
Perc got me itching like it's poison ivy
Bet ya girl follow me on IG
645 coupe it’s a 6 speed
Nigga said I’m trash are you kidding me?
Nigga must be off that Whitney
Thinking that he could fuck with me
Yo life a sad story with no ending
Shipping the packs, we sending
My brodie really push a benzi
We out here looking for benjis
I’m out here looking for benzis
Whoops I meant looking benzos
Nigga talk down it’s a case closed
Bmw this not no range rove
My niggas be wherever the stain goes
My niggas hit a lick and
Then they change clothes
Cars or the money, bae how about both?
I got bands swear I’m not broke
I’m the man and yeah she know yeah
Shawty wanna kick with us though
Shawty wanna kick right now
Niggas so lame, they stealing my flow
Yeah, fuck around steal yo hoe yeah
Niggas don’t want no smoke
I got money, and a big ass house
Chopper gone cut a nigga in his mouth, yuh
Tech on a nigga, always bout it, yuh
Gang on go, fasho
Big guap on me, that is for show, yuh
Gang knocked off ya shoulder
Big ass Glock on me, it ain’t for show
No it ain’t google, but it’s chrome
Got a bad bitch, won’t leave me lone
She wanna slide, you know it’s on
She was outside when she hit my phone
Had to tell her "ready, set, let’s go!"
She play this song when she on the road
And she give brain, no honor roll
Light up his mans, put em in a roll
Shorty look bad for the picture, woah
Imma fuck
You think she sent the pictures for?
Imma threw her another wish or above
Put an opp nigga in a swisher above
And the Uzi handlе the sticks and stones
Oh, oh
Cars or thе money, bae how about both?
I got bands swear I’m not broke
I’m the man and yeah she know yeah
Shawty wanna kick with us though
Shawty wanna kick right now
Niggas so lame, they stealing my flow
Yeah, fuck around steal yo hoe yeah
Niggas don’t want no smoke
I got money, and a big ass house
Chopper gone cut a nigga in his mouth, yuh
Tech on a nigga, always bout it, yuh
Gang on go, fasho
Big guap on me, that is for show, yuh
Gang knocked off ya shoulder
Big ass Glock on me, it ain’t for show, yuh
Yeah, fasho yeah, fasho
Wassup with that hoe? yeah
Kick shit with your hoe, yeah
She wanna come to my home, yeah
Thot lil bitch, keep blowing my phone
She gimme the top, then I get gone
I hop in that TrackHawk, and I get gone
Walk in your spot, walking in chrome
He gotta gat but it’s just for show
He gotta strap but he won’t let it blow
Guess you could say that boy half on go
I get you right, half off promo
Cause we got that pack, it’s not for the low
And ain’t no small sacks, we trafficking bows
A nigga too high so my eyes real low
Playing with bands like a halftime show
My pockets fat nigga, fosho
My wallet so stacked, nigga it can’t fold
Do we get money, you already know
Do you get money, I really hope so
You hop out the bucket, your tank on low
I hop out the Bimmer, put sport in the mode
These niggas act funny like
They telling jokes ha
I don’t sip a deuce, take 4 to the dome
Arrived at the bank now a nigga feel home
My bro took his bitch, now he feeling alone
And this is a wood nigga, not a cone
And i like that money put me in my zone
You not talking hunnit's bitch leave me alone
He ain’t had that money, I had to abort it
Smoking moonrock it’s gone put me in orbit
My niggas keep Glocks
What the fuck is a Taurus
Push up inna Bimmer coupe, imma floor it
Old ass nigga, worry about your mortgage
She gonna drop it lower than the floor sit
I know some shooters who’ll push
Up and torch shit get paid with the gang
You know that we scorin
Look your at your bank statements
That shit trash
I’d hate to be you if you make me mad
And I’d hate to be you bitch I’m very glad
I don’t think this nigga ever seen a rack
I be with the demons you know they don’t lack
I say I get money but that shit a fact
I be in the crib, scaling out the pack
What’s that in the left? nigga it’s a gat
I got a stick it do damage
I got the strap it’s a canik
Bust a hollow, have em whaling
Where ya money go? That shit vanished
I cannot fuck with the politics
Gimme that money want all of it
Tryna get me some head I need knowledge
You not on go boy you stalling
Fucking with us get your jaw split
You pussy can’t come to the dog pit
Niggas fake flexing just stop it
You wifing that hoe with high mileage
But i guess it don’t really surprise me
Drugs in my blood stream no IV
Perc got me itching like it's poison ivy
Bet ya girl follow me on IG
645 coupe it’s a 6 speed
Nigga said I’m trash are you kidding me?
Nigga must be off that Whitney
Thinking that he could fuck with me
Yo life a sad story with no ending
Shipping the packs, we sending
My brodie really push a benzi
We out here looking for benjis
I’m out here looking for benzis
Whoops I meant looking benzos
Nigga talk down it’s a case closed
Bmw this not no range rove
My niggas be wherever the stain goes
My niggas hit a lick and
Then they change clothes
Cars or the money, bae how about both?
I got bands swear I’m not broke
I’m the man and yeah she know yeah
Shawty wanna kick with us though
Shawty wanna kick right now
Niggas so lame, they stealing my flow
Yeah, fuck around steal yo hoe yeah
Niggas don’t want no smoke
I got money, and a big ass house
Chopper gone cut a nigga in his mouth, yuh
Tech on a nigga, always bout it, yuh
Gang on go, fasho
Big guap on me, that is for show, yuh
Gang knocked off ya shoulder
Big ass Glock on me, it ain’t for show