[Intro]
Yeah well, I gotta keep my blick
Never stressin' 'bout no bitch
Run yo' mouth and you get hit
Now I got blood on my lil' kicks
I'm not smokin', I'm not drummin', I smoke gas and you smoke nic
Yeah (Let's go, Faygo)
Yeah, yeah (I need you the most)
Yeah, yeah (Call when you home)
Yeah, yeah (She call my phone)
[Verse]
She's a killer ho, that lil' vanilla ho
And I'ma get 'em and I put that on my lil' bro
You know I'm up for sure, we don't put trust in ho's
Get what I want and now she gotta hit the fuckin' door
I'm super slimey, yeah, yeah (Slatt, slatt) I'm super slimey, bro
Don't you test your luck 'cause I got goblins right behind me, bro
Nigga, if it's smoke, then you know where the hell to find me, bro
My twin get your name when I say, "Hits up out this fuckin' door"
They like, "Faygo, you're a star, Faygo, we know who you are"
When I'm smokin' on this gas, my head feels like it's up on Mars
That lil' boy, he wanna be me, that lil' boy not up to par
I do this shit 'cause it's easy, you lil' niggas think it hard
I am nothin' like you niggas, baby, I'm a rockstar
That's a bar, yeah, we crashin' whips, don't get jugged out your car
This a R, who the fuck told you lil' niggas that y'all hard?
Designer on the fit, you lil' niggas shoppin' at Kmart
Toolie [?], yeah, make a nigga woah
Shoutout to Lil Dorian, that's my lil' slime, that's my lil' bro
Ain't never switchin', never fall off, Faygo livin' by the code
Don't ever trust no new nigga, they gon' cross you dead for sure
Oh, cross you when you know, cross you out just for them poles
Oh, they gon' cross you out just for that thousand-dollar roll
Yeah well, I gotta keep my glick, never stressin' 'bout no bitch
Run yo' mouth and you get hit, now I got blood on my lil' kicks
I'm not smokin', I'm not drummin', I smoke gas and you smoke nic
I got one night for your shorty, I know she gon' let me hit
Shoot a shot with my lil' shorty, guarantee that you gon' brick
Livin' life with no home trainin', bae, I'm not your average kid
Yeah well, I gotta keep my blick
Never stressin' 'bout no bitch
Run yo' mouth and you get hit
Now I got blood on my lil' kicks
I'm not smokin', I'm not drummin', I smoke gas and you smoke nic
Yeah (Let's go, Faygo)
Yeah, yeah (I need you the most)
Yeah, yeah (Call when you home)
Yeah, yeah (She call my phone)
[Verse]
She's a killer ho, that lil' vanilla ho
And I'ma get 'em and I put that on my lil' bro
You know I'm up for sure, we don't put trust in ho's
Get what I want and now she gotta hit the fuckin' door
I'm super slimey, yeah, yeah (Slatt, slatt) I'm super slimey, bro
Don't you test your luck 'cause I got goblins right behind me, bro
Nigga, if it's smoke, then you know where the hell to find me, bro
My twin get your name when I say, "Hits up out this fuckin' door"
They like, "Faygo, you're a star, Faygo, we know who you are"
When I'm smokin' on this gas, my head feels like it's up on Mars
That lil' boy, he wanna be me, that lil' boy not up to par
I do this shit 'cause it's easy, you lil' niggas think it hard
I am nothin' like you niggas, baby, I'm a rockstar
That's a bar, yeah, we crashin' whips, don't get jugged out your car
This a R, who the fuck told you lil' niggas that y'all hard?
Designer on the fit, you lil' niggas shoppin' at Kmart
Toolie [?], yeah, make a nigga woah
Shoutout to Lil Dorian, that's my lil' slime, that's my lil' bro
Ain't never switchin', never fall off, Faygo livin' by the code
Don't ever trust no new nigga, they gon' cross you dead for sure
Oh, cross you when you know, cross you out just for them poles
Oh, they gon' cross you out just for that thousand-dollar roll
Yeah well, I gotta keep my glick, never stressin' 'bout no bitch
Run yo' mouth and you get hit, now I got blood on my lil' kicks
I'm not smokin', I'm not drummin', I smoke gas and you smoke nic
I got one night for your shorty, I know she gon' let me hit
Shoot a shot with my lil' shorty, guarantee that you gon' brick
Livin' life with no home trainin', bae, I'm not your average kid
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