SportVVS - Fasho lyrics
[SportVVS - Fasho lyrics]
Aztroboy, daisuki 2Ezzy on some other shit
VVS
Don't gotta say it
She know that I'm better
Yeah, I brought the Moncler sweater
He want some smoke, he can get it whenever
She know I be hot even if it's December
Beat up the beat, now I'm feeling aggressive
Controlling her body, she say I'm possessive
That nigga a snitch, I think he a detective
Getting the bag, that's my only objective
Played with the keys now I feel like Alicia
No she ain't fat but I know she a eater
I need the dough like a pizzeria
Yeah I'm an artist, Mona Lisa
I need the Guap, let's get it
I bought this car cash, this ain't rented
All black coupe, the windows tinted
She see my comment, she gon' pin it
My account got hella zeros like a code
And she see Moncler on the coat
She smoking that gas and she driving the boat
She asked me, are you high or low?
See that bitch? I'm like "Hi, hello"
She like "Clip, do you love
Me?" I don't know, No
Chopper shake him like a salt shaker
Hitting the check, I'ma hit maker
I fuck on his bitch, I'ma bitch taker
My name in yo mouth, you a clout chaser
I tippity-tippity tap
I fuck on his bitch, I'ma clippity clap
And she love how I rippity rap
These niggas be wiggity, wiggity wack
And that's for sure
Say you get money, nigga that's for sure
Love my angelic niggas, boy, we gon' blow
I just be helpin' all my fans
I just might do my money dance
She off the lean and them xans
These Dior, not no Vans
She bad as hell but I'm not tipping
Can't diss freestyle but I'm not written
I say hello to her kitten
You better than us? Boy
You got to be kidding
Lemonade on me, I'm not sippin'
Amazon on me, bitch, I'm drippin'
Shoes no laces, i’m not trippin'
You not my homie, boy, you tripping
And when I do it, lil' bitch
I'm doing my best
When you test me, Call double V to the S
Yeah, for sure yeah, bop, bop, bop, bop
Yeah, yeah, yeah
VVS
Don't gotta say it
She know that I'm better
Yeah, I brought the Moncler sweater
He want some smoke, he can get it whenever
She know I be hot even if it's December
Beat up the beat, now I'm feeling aggressive
Controlling her body, she say I'm possessive
That nigga a snitch, I think he a detective
Getting the bag, that's my only objective
Played with the keys now I feel like Alicia
No she ain't fat but I know she a eater
I need the dough like a pizzeria
Yeah I'm an artist, Mona Lisa
I need the Guap, let's get it
I bought this car cash, this ain't rented
All black coupe, the windows tinted
She see my comment, she gon' pin it
My account got hella zeros like a code
And she see Moncler on the coat
She smoking that gas and she driving the boat
She asked me, are you high or low?
See that bitch? I'm like "Hi, hello"
She like "Clip, do you love
Me?" I don't know, No
Chopper shake him like a salt shaker
Hitting the check, I'ma hit maker
I fuck on his bitch, I'ma bitch taker
My name in yo mouth, you a clout chaser
I tippity-tippity tap
I fuck on his bitch, I'ma clippity clap
And she love how I rippity rap
These niggas be wiggity, wiggity wack
And that's for sure
Say you get money, nigga that's for sure
Love my angelic niggas, boy, we gon' blow
I just be helpin' all my fans
I just might do my money dance
She off the lean and them xans
These Dior, not no Vans
She bad as hell but I'm not tipping
Can't diss freestyle but I'm not written
I say hello to her kitten
You better than us? Boy
You got to be kidding
Lemonade on me, I'm not sippin'
Amazon on me, bitch, I'm drippin'
Shoes no laces, i’m not trippin'
You not my homie, boy, you tripping
And when I do it, lil' bitch
I'm doing my best
When you test me, Call double V to the S
Yeah, for sure yeah, bop, bop, bop, bop
Yeah, yeah, yeah