NAV, Guap Tarantino - XO FBG lyrics
NAV [Navraj Singh Goraya] Toronto, Ontario, Canada 🇨🇦
[NAV, Guap Tarantino - XO FBG lyrics]
ATL Jacob yuh, yuh
V12, gettin' head with no seatbelt
Put the sticks in the shed, yeah
We keep rounds
I went vert, put the green on my team now
Ran it up on every nigga that was in down
XO, FBG, my dogs, dogs
Fuck that next ho, finna break her wall
Walls
Don’t want my ex-ho, gotta tell her nah, nah
We havin' big racks, finna stack 'em tall
Tall
We flyin’ PJ every city, we some star, stars
We whip the foreigns
Make 'em skrt like a go-kart
This that fat nigga shit
Might take your main broad
This that rap dope, yeah, I
Got that rap rope, yeah
Please don't get it twisted, bitch
Go out the backdoor
And I don't fuck her on the mattress
That's where racks go
Put the birds on the backstreet
Got them birds
I got NAV with me, bitch, he go berserk
See, I'm a king
I can't snap a fuckin' verse
I love the pain
Got me poppin’ all of these Percs
I asked her have she seen
A Rollie with baguettes
I’m in Guap Mode, finna fuck her
I don't mince
I keep that 40 on me, better not test
And, yeah, I’m on lean, I might wreck
V12, gettin' head with no seatbelt
Put the sticks in the shed, yeah
We keep rounds
I went vert, put the green on my team now
Ran it up on every nigga that was in down
XO, FBG, my dogs, dogs
Fuck that next ho, finna break her wall
Walls
Don't want my ex-ho, gotta tell her nah, nah
We havin' big racks, finna stack ’em tall
Tall
I got me like seven motherfuckin' checks
Dog
Smokin' cookies, got biscotti in my chest
Dog i rap my life and watch
These motherfuckers' heads nod
Christmastime, I'm puttin' molly
In my eggnog
I just flew a bad bitch out for the weekend
Said she like my songs
She heard I'm signed to Weeknd
Forgot her name and I can't
Find her in my recents
Avianne water, my chain in the deep end
If you not my brother
Then we cannot be friends
I expect that you gon' ride
Out when we beefin i bought the mall and now
I'm ahead of the season
Got killers itchin' to shoot
Just need a reason
V12, gettin' head with no seatbelt
Put the sticks in the shed, yeah
We keep rounds
I went vert, put the green on my team now
Ran it up on every nigga that was in down
XO, FBG, my dogs, dogs
Fuck that next ho, finna break her wall
Walls
Don't want my ex-ho, gotta tell her nah, nah
We havin' big racks, finna stack 'em tall
Tall xO, FBG, my dogs, dogs
Fuck that next ho, finna break her wall
Walls
Don't want my ex-ho, had to tell her nah
Nah
We havin' big racks, finna stack 'em tall
Tall
Tarantino guap Mode
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob
V12, gettin' head with no seatbelt
Put the sticks in the shed, yeah
We keep rounds
I went vert, put the green on my team now
Ran it up on every nigga that was in down
XO, FBG, my dogs, dogs
Fuck that next ho, finna break her wall
Walls
Don’t want my ex-ho, gotta tell her nah, nah
We havin' big racks, finna stack 'em tall
Tall
We flyin’ PJ every city, we some star, stars
We whip the foreigns
Make 'em skrt like a go-kart
This that fat nigga shit
Might take your main broad
This that rap dope, yeah, I
Got that rap rope, yeah
Please don't get it twisted, bitch
Go out the backdoor
And I don't fuck her on the mattress
That's where racks go
Put the birds on the backstreet
Got them birds
I got NAV with me, bitch, he go berserk
See, I'm a king
I can't snap a fuckin' verse
I love the pain
Got me poppin’ all of these Percs
I asked her have she seen
A Rollie with baguettes
I’m in Guap Mode, finna fuck her
I don't mince
I keep that 40 on me, better not test
And, yeah, I’m on lean, I might wreck
V12, gettin' head with no seatbelt
Put the sticks in the shed, yeah
We keep rounds
I went vert, put the green on my team now
Ran it up on every nigga that was in down
XO, FBG, my dogs, dogs
Fuck that next ho, finna break her wall
Walls
Don't want my ex-ho, gotta tell her nah, nah
We havin' big racks, finna stack ’em tall
Tall
I got me like seven motherfuckin' checks
Dog
Smokin' cookies, got biscotti in my chest
Dog i rap my life and watch
These motherfuckers' heads nod
Christmastime, I'm puttin' molly
In my eggnog
I just flew a bad bitch out for the weekend
Said she like my songs
She heard I'm signed to Weeknd
Forgot her name and I can't
Find her in my recents
Avianne water, my chain in the deep end
If you not my brother
Then we cannot be friends
I expect that you gon' ride
Out when we beefin i bought the mall and now
I'm ahead of the season
Got killers itchin' to shoot
Just need a reason
V12, gettin' head with no seatbelt
Put the sticks in the shed, yeah
We keep rounds
I went vert, put the green on my team now
Ran it up on every nigga that was in down
XO, FBG, my dogs, dogs
Fuck that next ho, finna break her wall
Walls
Don't want my ex-ho, gotta tell her nah, nah
We havin' big racks, finna stack 'em tall
Tall xO, FBG, my dogs, dogs
Fuck that next ho, finna break her wall
Walls
Don't want my ex-ho, had to tell her nah
Nah
We havin' big racks, finna stack 'em tall
Tall
Tarantino guap Mode
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob