The Faculty League of Starz (Ft. AD, G Perico & Nef The Pharaoh)
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(Hook)
Yeah the homies are at war, catching casualties
Squad loaded, you ain't fucking with the faculty
I got that pew, pew, pow, bust that bag for me
I pistol play and all the hoes gonna go to bat for me
(Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh)
Why you lying in your raps, boy, we know the truth
Take that block off your phone, bitch we know its you
I got some shooters and they gonna pay a visit to you
Faulty, salty nigga fucking up the infastructure
I don't take no Instagram pictures with guns
Goofy, ass niggas make it easy to look you up
Candyman, niggas say my name I'm poppin' up
Tupac, Biggie, I got them screamin' who shot me up
Your boys was with the shit 'til they seen your shirt jump
Pistol-grip pump on my lap at all clubs
Off the porch young age I've been actin' up
And I got my own back, you ain't got to back me up
(Hook 2x)
(Verse 2: G Perico)
Yeah
Its hot were I'm at, boy, we warring
Niggas pull up and spray it, with no warning
Had to jump in the rental and park the foreign
Been in the streets out lurkin', early morning
Got these hoes on my line, they stacking bands for me
Brand new 2-2-3s, ain't got no jam on it
Nigga I'm in love with gangsta shit
Only want a gangsta bitch
Or a snow white bunny that only wanna see me rich
Boy I'm G, still in the streets dont got no squares
Only hookers and gangbangers with me, we ain't playing
Push that Murder, Death, Kill when the shit gets real
And then we back to getting ends chill
Fuck y'all
Yeah the homies are at war, catching casualties
Squad loaded, you ain't fucking with the faculty
I got that pew, pew, pow, bust that bag for me
I pistol play and all the hoes gonna go to bat for me
(Verse 1: Nef The Pharaoh)
Why you lying in your raps, boy, we know the truth
Take that block off your phone, bitch we know its you
I got some shooters and they gonna pay a visit to you
Faulty, salty nigga fucking up the infastructure
I don't take no Instagram pictures with guns
Goofy, ass niggas make it easy to look you up
Candyman, niggas say my name I'm poppin' up
Tupac, Biggie, I got them screamin' who shot me up
Your boys was with the shit 'til they seen your shirt jump
Pistol-grip pump on my lap at all clubs
Off the porch young age I've been actin' up
And I got my own back, you ain't got to back me up
(Hook 2x)
(Verse 2: G Perico)
Yeah
Its hot were I'm at, boy, we warring
Niggas pull up and spray it, with no warning
Had to jump in the rental and park the foreign
Been in the streets out lurkin', early morning
Got these hoes on my line, they stacking bands for me
Brand new 2-2-3s, ain't got no jam on it
Nigga I'm in love with gangsta shit
Only want a gangsta bitch
Or a snow white bunny that only wanna see me rich
Boy I'm G, still in the streets dont got no squares
Only hookers and gangbangers with me, we ain't playing
Push that Murder, Death, Kill when the shit gets real
And then we back to getting ends chill
Fuck y'all
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