[Intro: Fivio Foreign]
It's Fivi'
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign]
Flashing lights (Ha), bigger stage (Hmm)
World watching, streets amazed (Yeah)
Rollin' dope, livin' life (We made it)
Another day, another dollar (Nigga, we made it), another fight
[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Yeah, she couldn't stop (She couldn't stop)
I pray to God that I see an opp
He think he shot at my niggas one time and we take everything but his sneakers and socks
Mention my name when you speak on the block
Picture my face when you reach for the Glock
I could just do it and act like it's nothin', they askin' like, "Fivi', it's easy or not?" (Huh)
I got a story and I'll nevеr tell it
I got a soul and I'll never sеll it
I see them hatin', they watchin', they jealous
Like how you get a million dollars on the debit?
How you get a million views on the edit?
How you marry a million bitches without a wedding?
He got a millions bitches in the section
That's like a million bitches to have sex with
I got some demons that's hotter than me
They keep on wakin' me out of my sleep
I look on the 'Gram, they ain't hotter than me
'Cause I'm killin' the 'fit and I body the feats, huh, woo (Killin' the fit and I body the feats, ha, Fivi')
Yeah, look, all of my shooters alert
If I tell 'em I pay 'em the money, they doing the work
Bullets is bitin' and chewing his shirt
Show up to the funeral, we shoot at his hearse
I chill with the bitches and roll with my niggas and hang with the baddest and move with the worst
Shorty a baddie, she wish she could have me, I ask for her name and I Google her worth (Ha)
It's Fivi'
Yeah
[Chorus: Lil Tjay & Fivio Foreign]
Flashing lights (Ha), bigger stage (Hmm)
World watching, streets amazed (Yeah)
Rollin' dope, livin' life (We made it)
Another day, another dollar (Nigga, we made it), another fight
[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Yeah, she couldn't stop (She couldn't stop)
I pray to God that I see an opp
He think he shot at my niggas one time and we take everything but his sneakers and socks
Mention my name when you speak on the block
Picture my face when you reach for the Glock
I could just do it and act like it's nothin', they askin' like, "Fivi', it's easy or not?" (Huh)
I got a story and I'll nevеr tell it
I got a soul and I'll never sеll it
I see them hatin', they watchin', they jealous
Like how you get a million dollars on the debit?
How you get a million views on the edit?
How you marry a million bitches without a wedding?
He got a millions bitches in the section
That's like a million bitches to have sex with
I got some demons that's hotter than me
They keep on wakin' me out of my sleep
I look on the 'Gram, they ain't hotter than me
'Cause I'm killin' the 'fit and I body the feats, huh, woo (Killin' the fit and I body the feats, ha, Fivi')
Yeah, look, all of my shooters alert
If I tell 'em I pay 'em the money, they doing the work
Bullets is bitin' and chewing his shirt
Show up to the funeral, we shoot at his hearse
I chill with the bitches and roll with my niggas and hang with the baddest and move with the worst
Shorty a baddie, she wish she could have me, I ask for her name and I Google her worth (Ha)
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