CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Fasitgo
(Shoutout Brhisto, n***a)
(Zayskillz)
Oh, wait that's yo' hoe n***a? (that's yo' hoe n***a?)
.223 gon' smoke that?bowl?n***a (gon' smoke?that bowl n***a)
Yeah, it give a?lil' n***a that red eye (give a lil' n***a that red eye)
Yeah, turn a lil' n***a to a dead guy (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Probably ran up a few figures (a few figures)
N***as always want some money, then boy go get it
Finna check that hoe up, then lil' n***a go 'head get it
These broke a** n***as, they so down bad, they won't admit it
These n***a bow down, sh*t like Pitbull
Ride wit' a choppa stick, that's a lil' missile
I hit up my n***as, just put some sh*ts on
These n***as, they be on sh*t, that n***a, we been on
And, when it, come to that check, boy I can't slip
Yeah,we done mopped the floor, these n***as, 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 n***a, "Go long"
Yeah, yeah, we finna ride out, boy put yo' shoes on
He was cryin' when I got out of jail, lil n***a it been like two months
My n***a, they ride 'round wit' that stick, look like some Bulldogs
Yeah, bullets fatter than yo' toes
Bullets from under yo' nose
Bullets hot, n***a like stove
Hopped out the [?], n***a 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
(Zayskillz)
Oh, wait that's yo' hoe n***a? (that's yo' hoe n***a?)
.223 gon' smoke that?bowl?n***a (gon' smoke?that bowl n***a)
Yeah, it give a?lil' n***a that red eye (give a lil' n***a that red eye)
Yeah, turn a lil' n***a to a dead guy (boom, boom, boom, boom)
Probably ran up a few figures (a few figures)
N***as always want some money, then boy go get it
Finna check that hoe up, then lil' n***a go 'head get it
These broke a** n***as, they so down bad, they won't admit it
These n***a bow down, sh*t like Pitbull
Ride wit' a choppa stick, that's a lil' missile
I hit up my n***as, just put some sh*ts on
These n***as, they be on sh*t, that n***a, we been on
And, when it, come to that check, boy I can't slip
Yeah,we done mopped the floor, these n***as, 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 n***a, "Go long"
Yeah, yeah, we finna ride out, boy put yo' shoes on
He was cryin' when I got out of jail, lil n***a it been like two months
My n***a, they ride 'round wit' that stick, look like some Bulldogs
Yeah, bullets fatter than yo' toes
Bullets from under yo' nose
Bullets hot, n***a like stove
Hopped out the [?], n***a 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
