Fa Sho Ralo (Ft. Young Scooter)

[Verse 1: Young Scooter]
5 duse, 4 trays, 6 [?]
8 watches, 4 chains, 6 rings
White spider, Freebandz, we on fire
Road running, I got bricks off in the tire
You a lier, your trap ain't never been on fire
Street nigga, I got juug house titles
I hit all my plugs, when I thought that it was [?]
Had to kill them bricks, water whippin, cookin, drownin
For the real slick, [?] stay from round us
Finessing, ain’t no way I could stop this counting
It's a blessing, to have all these freeband dollars
Cars in my yard, I got bails in my garage

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Everything a go, from the block to lil Mexico
Young Scooter Ralo, bands by [?]
A hundred in my car go, 240 [?] my car go
I say the word, it's a go
Everything we do fasho
Ain’t no snitches round us fasho
Money can't change us fasho
[?] Young Scooter Ralo
Black Migo gang nigga, everything we do fasho

[Verse 2: Ralo]
Ralo!
Who the fuck want it?
Everything can go
Bitch I'm a road runner, you know we run the road
With lil Mexico, without a passport
Niggas dying out the blue, that's what this fly for
A lot of these niggas broke, y'all don't even know
I just fucked they ho then come around and dropped the soap
Used to ride scooters, now I just ride with shooters
Try to win against the fam, [?]
Money ain't change me, only made me famous
These fuck niggas hating, blow it out your ainass
A hundred niggas with me, that's 200 pistols
[?] a hundred rounds [?] blow the wissle
Ralo!