Izaya Tiji - Fasitgo lyrics
[Izaya Tiji - Fasitgo lyrics]
(Shoutout Bhristo, nigga, Zayskillz)
Oh, wait that's yo' hoe nigga?
(that's yo' hoe nigga?)
223 gon' smoke that bold nigga
(gon' smoke that bold nigga)
Yeah, it give a lil' nigga that red eye
(give a lil' nigga that red eye)
Yeah, turn a lil' nigga to a dead guy
(boom, boom, boom, boom)
Probably ran up a few figures (a few figures)
Niggas always want some money
Then boy go get it
Finna check that hoe ass bitch lil'
Nigga then go 'head get it
These broke ass niggas, they so down bad
They won't admit it
These nigga bite our shit like pit bull
Ride wit' a choppa stick
That's a lil' missile
I hit up my niggas, just put some shit's on
These niggas, they be on shit, that nigga
We been on
And, when it, come to that check
Boy I can't slip
Yeah, we done mopped the floor, these niggas
Hope you don't slip
Should I cop Rick or the Margiel'
(yeah, yeah)
I pop a perc, now I'm so chill, yeah
We point the pack out, I told a nigga
"Go long" yeah, yeah, we finna ride out
Boy put yo' shoes on
He was cryin' when I got out of jail
Lil nigga it been like two months
My nigga, they ride 'round wit' that stick
Look like some Bulldogs
Yeah, bullets fatter than yo' toes
Bullets fly under yo' nose
Bullets hot, nigga like stove
Hopped out the, nigga got so good
Next year I could just cop a lil 'Road'
Young choppa boy fly right through you boy
Yeah yeah, that's fye let's go
That's fye let's go
Oh, wait that's yo' hoe nigga?
(that's yo' hoe nigga?)
223 gon' smoke that bold nigga
(gon' smoke that bold nigga)
Yeah, it give a lil' nigga that red eye
(give a lil' nigga that red eye)
Yeah, turn a lil' nigga to a dead guy
(boom, boom, boom, boom)
Probably ran up a few figures (a few figures)
Niggas always want some money
Then boy go get it
Finna check that hoe ass bitch lil'
Nigga then go 'head get it
These broke ass niggas, they so down bad
They won't admit it
These nigga bite our shit like pit bull
Ride wit' a choppa stick
That's a lil' missile
I hit up my niggas, just put some shit's on
These niggas, they be on shit, that nigga
We been on
And, when it, come to that check
Boy I can't slip
Yeah, we done mopped the floor, these niggas
Hope you don't slip
Should I cop Rick or the Margiel'
(yeah, yeah)
I pop a perc, now I'm so chill, yeah
We point the pack out, I told a nigga
"Go long" yeah, yeah, we finna ride out
Boy put yo' shoes on
He was cryin' when I got out of jail
Lil nigga it been like two months
My nigga, they ride 'round wit' that stick
Look like some Bulldogs
Yeah, bullets fatter than yo' toes
Bullets fly under yo' nose
Bullets hot, nigga like stove
Hopped out the, nigga got so good
Next year I could just cop a lil 'Road'
Young choppa boy fly right through you boy
Yeah yeah, that's fye let's go
That's fye let's go