StanWill, TJ Sleaze - Fogo De Chao lyrics

Wanna get rich like me, talk shit like me
You ain't got a dollar in yo
Pocket but yo wrist icy
Rock who? Niggas know I got the stick by me
Clutching on it, singing Dej Loaf
Let a nigga try me
I tried to calm Reese down
He did y'all mans grimy
ShittyBoyz, gang-gang, you see Stan by me
Searching y'all designer on the web, man
I couldn't find it
Take any card in the store
My shit ain't declining
Girl, I'm out here chasing pape'
Don't wanna hear yo whining
Heading to the top with my team
All my niggas shining
Labels all on my dick, call it perfect timing
Made 60K off SBA with my nigga Simon
Opps scared to come outside
They see Scats flying
My white nigga throwing bullets
Like he Matt Ryan
Bitch, you ain't bussing PUAs, nigga
Stop lying lately I been feeling like the
Man with my damn iron

Balenciagas on, stomp around like I'm Bigfoot
See the opposition out
Asked 'em how the blick look
More burners on me than a stove
Get yo shit cooked upped the twenty on her
Had to tell her this how lit look
I can't fuck with a bitch
Unless her throat deep
Bitch ride like a cowgirl, Little Bo-Peep
Catch him riding waves
223s make his boat sink
Thousand dollar kicks, bitch
I spent five on both feet
Baby, you can keep the fake
Love 'cause my pape' real
Already knowing niggas fake but
That hate real
What I made off PUA, that's like eight deals
Main bitch tryna kill my hoes
I told bae chill alright, it's a landslide
Gang-gang, fuck everybody, bitch, I'm anti
If you so fucking sticked up
How yo mans die?
Threw a ShittyBoyz joggy on and I ran five

With the money, I been tripping lately
I ain't never speaking to the cops
They gon' have to chase me
Whole gang tryna smoke that nigga but
I'm 'bout to face it
Sup with all these niggas dick
Sucking on them fake pages
I don't tell gang stay safe
'cause they stay dangerous
Yeah, I get the money then I'm out
I ain't into hanging
I walk around with blues on
Me but I ain't banging
Stay down till I'm up, bitch, I'm maintaining
Hold on, slow the car down
Think I see an opp
We got 'bows of exotic, what you wanna cop?
You can't hide in my city
We gon' get the drop
Jumping out with chopsticks in the equinox
Ain't pulling off till we
See five people drop
Toot it up, lil' bitch, I'm finna beat yo box
This young nigga be the reason
That yo people shot
Real demons on yo ass, better call the cops

Young, rich, and turnt, hoes dick suck
Turn the function to a Glock party
Hold the blicks up
Gang 'round niggas liable to
Get they bitch fucked
Knew every smacking-ass state
I ain't missed one
Huh, I'm feeling like Jim Crow
I don't like niggas
Baby AR and Glockiana, I don't fight niggas
Rolling with the pit's
All my dawgs got some bite in 'em
Nut squeezing-ass jeans
Thousand dollar Mike denim
Huh, yeah, yeah, alright
Make the opps do the Cha
Cha when we slide through
Unc' wrist whipping
Serving niggas like a drive-through
Pulling out with big black chops
We'll rob you
Monkey nuts and and banana clips
Planet of the Apes
TJ probably on a opp block
Blamming with the Drac' bougie lil' bitch
All she eat is salmon and some steak
Road tripping with my new Benz
Jamming in yo state
We'll run 'em down with them sticks
How a relay be

All I do is fuck his bitch, I know he hate me
Put some game on her for that
Head like how EA be
Seen her on the 'Gram slid up like a PSP
I think twelve ain't enough so I keep XD
Dropped a bag on his head
They got him in a week bitch like Sandy
I done put my nuts in her cheeks
Fogo de Chão, bitch
I paid a buck just to eat