[Intro] So if one fight, then we all fight And I'm on go with no green light Nigga, free DK, shout out my slatt I'm feelin' like Autumn, the toolie go blatt Juggin' that boy, now he whine and he beg That ho buss it down, she givin' me neck Blatt, blatt, go I'ma draw down, never let up (Nah-nah, nah-nah) (Mom, Polack's making beats again) [Verse] Tell that lil boy to catch up, I'ma draw down, never let up (Blatt) Run a check up, grab my weapon, man, I'm feelin' like this is a setup And I feel like it's gon' be a bloody day today (Blatt-blatt, woo) Yeah, yeah, we never worried at the end of the day (Yeah) Bitch spending racks on that nigga head, he dead (Blatt) I done came in with the gang, and he scared (Skrr) Test me, hope you ready to die My gun a thot, it be aiming for head Chop-chop, like a nigga a chef Say lil' Faygo don't need nobody else I done came in with a hot .9, yeah that ho shine with some headlights Bye-bye-bye-bye, he a dead guy Call the gang up like it's mob ties So if one fight, then we all fight And I'm on go with no green light Nigga, free DK, shout out my slatt I'm feelin' like Autumn, the toolie go blatt Juggin' that boy, now he whine and he beg That ho buss it down, she givin' me neck And when I come through, I don't mean to flex Bae, I'm a rude boy, I don't got respect (Blatt) Get off my tip, and go get you a check You know that this holly got me feel the best I'm goin' ape when I beat on my chest Send him to glory, lil' boy you get blessed You savin' thots like your chest got a S Go get you some money, boy, you look a mess (Na-na-na, na-na-na, let's go Faygo) Baby girl, won't you leave me alone? You bitin' the swag, lil' boy, you a clone Guarantee nobody puttin' me on I'ma smoke 'til a young nigga gone Love my nina, I got me a Latina, and I'ma treat her soon as I get her home (Uh) She said she love me, and she put it on God Won't say it back, I know that she a thot And to be honest, it ain't meanin' a lot I see the lie when I look in her eyes She did me wrong, but it ain't no surprise Can't trust a soul, so I came with the fye I'm a goblin 'til I'm up in the sky Talkin' 'bout nothin', nigga, blah-blah-blah (Yeah, oh) [Outro] She said she love me, and she put it on God Won't say it back, I know that she a thot And to be honest, it ain't meanin' a lot I see the lie when I look in her eyes She did me wrong, but it ain't no surprise Can't trust a soul, so I came with the fye I'm a goblin 'til I'm up in the sky Talkin' 'bout nothin', nigga, blah-blah-blah
[Intro] Yea, yea I'm sippin' that dark, slow Imma make you feel right ho (yea) (Bree) (I ain't never been for none of that he say, she say, Imma eat regardless, bitch, haha) [Chorus] Big .30 on me right now Bitch better shut up, sit down Get to the pesos Even if that mean I gotta drop down And I cannot fuck with a lame ho (Bree) Baby girl sweeter than mango (Yea) I done been through hell and back bitch, now that got me feelin' like Kane ho Imma beat a nigga ass like Kano Take a nigga change now he broke And I'm with the same gang and you know, same old, same old, same old (Yea) And you know I'm GG for life Yea the lil' bitch wanna fuck with a goblin Up that fire, we ain't doing no talking Boy, you better not get caught where you walking Wiping his nose, huh, you getting rocked with these bullets ain't doing no boxing Catching that [?] She [?] Baby, when I'm in this love, too toxic Switching up, I knew that you was on opp shit Get on that stage and I promise I'll rock shit Everybody got it, then I will not rock it (Blatt) (Yea, go) Lil' Faygo the trending topic Choppa stutter, gotta problem with talking Runnin' the beat like I do it too often [Verse] She gon' lay me down, get on top Paper, scissors, nigga, we cannot rock 2019, got it locked She hear my music, she say it's a bop No, I'm not cuffing you like a cop But I'ma wet sum' like a mop Act like a weirdo, get a block That is a weird ho, she a thot And I'm in the northside with the mob This is not Fortnite, this is squads We got that good gas in the ‘rage Rollin' that fat, fat, in the lodge Smokin' that feel good like massage Baby girl want me to turn up a notch Some things I really just need to let go I am Lil' Faygo you better know Got a problem? we could go toe to toe Boy you a clone, you stealin' the flow RIP Pimp C, pourin' the 4 Got that Quatro Cinco, nigga, I'm the uno (Oh, go, oh, go, oh, go) All of these niggas be acting like hoes With the bros when I'm all on the road (Bleh) [Chorus] Big .30 on me right now Bitch better shut up, sit down Get to the pesos Even if that mean I gotta drop down And I cannot fuck with a lame ho (Bree) Baby girl sweeter than mango (Yea) I done been through hell and back bitch, now that got me feelin' like Kane ho Imma beat a nigga ass like Kano Take a nigga change now he broke And I'm with the same gang and you know, same old, same old, same old (Yea) And you know I'm GG, for life Yea the lil' bitch wanna fuck with a goblin Up that fire, and we not doing no talking Boy you better not get caught where you walking Wiping his nose, huh, you getting rocked with these bullets ain't doing no boxing Catching that [?] She [?] Baby, when I'm in this love, too toxic Switching up I know that you is on opp shit Get on that stage and I promise I'll rock shit Everybody got it then I will not rock it (Blatt) (Yea, go) Lil' Faygo the trending topic Choppa stutter, gotta problem with talking Runnin' the beat like I do it too often
[Intro] Woah (Woah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah) Woah (Woah), yeah (Yeah, doo-doo-doo) Fah (Fah), yeah-yeah Yeah, that's-, that's my name, yeah Woah (Woah), yeah (Yeah) Yeah (Yeah), go [Chorus] 20 (Go), 50 (Go), 100, yeah (Yeah-yeah) It ain't nothing to get his scalp pushed back, yeah, back (Ayy, fah, fah) I was broke and now I can't go back, yeah-yeah, back, yeah-yeah (Woo) Just know somebody got that tool, we never lack (Boo-ah), yeah (Boo-ah), yeah Know all my niggas shoot, they take you off the map (Map) [Verse] Don't know my niggas strapped, they came in with that strap (Blatt) She see designer on my kick, I blow her back (Brr-ah) Mama hit my phone that day like, "Where you at?" (Where you at?) Had to tell my mama, "Yeah, I got them racks" (Racks) Had to tell my twin, "Yeah, we got that bag" (Oh my God) If it's up, then it's stuck, yeah, like that (Grr-ah) And he know he not livin' like that (Grr-ah) And he know, and he know, and he know (Baow) And he know (Gah), and he know, and he know (Skrr-ah) Benihana with a bitch from Mexico She get lit, yeah, that ho like to do coke (Bah) She give head, she give head, she gon' choke (Grr-gah) And she like when I grab on her throat (Gimme throat) Not your speed, lil' bitch, too slow (Skrrt-skrrt) Got my grip, lil' nigga, can't go (Bah-bah) Pop my shit 'cause my mama ain't raised no ho [Chorus] 20, 50, 100, yeah (Yeah-yeah) It ain't nothing to get his scalp pushed back, yeah, back (Ayy) I was broke and now I can't go back, yeah-yeah, back, yeah-yeah Just know somebody got that tool, we never lack (Boo-ah), yeah (Boo-ah), yeah Know all my niggas shoot, they take you off the map [Outro: BruceDropEmOff] And SoFaygo bitchin' them niggas, period, nigga And if anybody got a problem wit' it, nigga Come confront me, nigga (We missed you, Faygo) I'm tellin' you, bruh SoFaygo, listen, they scared of that nigga, bruh Oh my God
