SoFaygo - Clash lyrics

(yeah)
I'ma be at the goal right with you (Ha)
Spark, we can get up with you  (Nah)
Now I tell that ho to shut up, listen
(Brree,  blick)
Your ho, she suck my dick like she got lisp
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
Hold up, at the bank (Ha) hold up, in my bag
Had to make a pit'stop to the cash (yeah)
These niggas playin' real weird right now
How you running, you comin' in last?
Yeah, let that choppa go blast
Leave that nigga up in the past
(We love you, Tecca, yeah)

Leave that nigga up in the grass
Choppa make him dance
They like, "You grew up too fast"
No, I had to get off my ass
Run that pack, like dash
Smoking on good exotic gas (Blick)
Glock give the boy a rash
Promise you don't wanna clash
Big balling, feel like Nash
When they hit me, I'm like "yeah"
I'm hit on a ho like, yeah
Make her say, "yeah" (yeah) , yeah
All-black, mysterious, yeah
Lil' bro, you can't be serious (No)
These lil' niggas delirious
Hop in that whip and then kill a queer
I'm at the, at the height of tiers (Blick)
Yeah, ha ha tell that ho, "Bye bye"
Fuck her, then kick her out my house (yeah)
These fake ass niggas tryna reach out
Lil' Faygo had to stop that
Simping and pimp it out (Brree-rree)
Took the top off
(Skrrt) , I'm sending top back
I still see that nigga flexin'
Tell that nigga stop that (Woah, woah)
These lil' niggas, they simp (O oh)
Pussy boy, don't get killed by a pussy
That ain't even worth the kill
She said "Faygo, you too real"
And I'ma be at the goal right with you (Ha)
Yeah, I'ma get up with you
Hop a nigga up, that lil' stick with you
Yeah lil' fat nigga, ain't no pitchin'
Yeah, knock a nigga out the picture
Tell me, who the fuck gon' miss you?
Nigga, please don't cry, I don't keep tissues
(yeah)