Fasho

'Fore I go I’ma take out a hunnid fasho
'Fore I go I’ma stack up a hunnid fasho
They don’t do it for real, they just do it for show
Ain’t about what you heard it’s about what you know
When I got that lil bread I spent that on some bowls
When you got that lil bread you spent that on some hoes
I ain’t cuffing that hoe I’ma give it and go
I be fucking her friend and she don’t even know
She got a fat ass I’ma hit it some more
If your nigga start trippin' just tell him you grown
They don’t like how I wake up and get to the dough
They don’t like how I open my mouth and it glow
Boy I got my foot on they neck like a bow
That lil that I got probably never gon' grow
That lil trap that you got probably nevr gon' roll
That lil strap you been havin' ain’t never been blown
on my dick and I’m walking suspicious 'cause I’m in th mall with that bitch in
my bridges
I get the cheddar yeah I get the cream, but the bag that I’m in is not Ruffles
and ridges
No don’t even kill 'em just send 'em a message
Just shoot at his legs make him look like a midget
I think the guns that I got is some very bad bitches 'cause all of 'em got a
extension
When I come in this paint know that it’s barbeque chicken
I feel like Isaiah when he played for the Pistons
I stand on all ten and I stand when I’m pissing
I ain’t talking 'bout no Uber, but pounds that I’m lifting
If he was me and I was you then I wouldn’t like me too
I might a call bitch boo, but that bitch ain’t my boo
I’m so shiesty 'bout mine, might as well call me Pooh
If the gang then I’m making it move
She say «You wanna fuck me?»
I say «Yeah, I do»
Just don’t give me your heart cause it might get abused
I nap, I don’t snooze that’s what hustlers do
You can walk up the block if you walked in my shoes
I can’t tie the bitch down cause it’s money to chase
So I’m keeping it pimping and tying my shoes
He was poppin' his shit on the internet but we pull broad daylight and pop it
at you
Now we do it for real we don’t do it for views
Put your set on your chain, but won’t die by your jewels
I thank God for not makin' me
I thank God for this shit that I done made it through
Momma keep getting called too, we fighting on camera
Got kicked out the spot and got kicked out
When didn’t have no heat had to light a few candles
Finna step on they ass put 'em under my sandals
'Fore I go I’ma take out a hunnid fasho
'Fore I go I’ma stack up a hunnid fasho
They don’t do it for real, they just do it for show
Ain’t about what you heard it’s about what you know
When I got that lil bread I spent that on some bowls
When you got that lil bread you spent that on some hoes
I ain’t cuffing that hoe I’ma give it and go
I be fucking her friend and she don’t even know
She got a fat ass I’ma hit it some more
If your nigga start trippin' just tell him you grown
They don’t like how I wake up and get to the dough
They don’t like how I open my mouth and it glow
Boy I got my foot on they neck like a bow
That lil that I got probably never gon' grow
That lil trap that you got probably never gon' roll
That lil strap you been havin' ain’t never been blown