Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YFG FATSO
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Mosley
Lyrics
Lyrics
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
I talked to Zay, he told me kill them in my way
Bounce out on his block with Drac and blast, he run, he done, that chop heat up his face
We do hits and bounce back in them cars, we right back towards the 8
Bitches claim they love me, they just love that sack, I made her wait
We scratch off the scene and this bitch get to screamin', "This a straight"
Ski on, they ain't see me, I'm doggin' the Demon pass the jakes
Don't claim that you need me, you just want that cheese, and I'm gon' make you wait
Threw her up, and he went easy, happy he grabbed a bae
They call me "Go" 'cause I stand on all ten, and I go get shit done
I don't care 'bout niggas, I could treat them boys just like my son
I pop out switch on me, FN on me, play, then you done
You know how we bounce out on your block, we hop out chops, just please don't run
Told that bitch she come suck me up, I might just toss her some hun
We get bored, it ain't shit else to do, so we go on some hunts
We shoot up, we go load up the clips, fuck the stick, go grab the drum
Catch a face, and I'm gon' whack him, put his bitch ass in that trunk
We gon' spin, uh, it's like three o'clock, but we ain't tired
One of my brothers jump your gate and you play crazy, then you dying
Let's play, face was red, I keep tellin' Thirty, "Don't join the live"
Lil Dee chase his ass, brought my twin 'cause we get real slimy
I put that Gen up to his face, he closed his eyes, lil' folks got a face shot
And somehow up to this damn day he still alive
Have your gun, nigga, 'cause this the 'Raq and most just don't survive
Out that window with that Draco playin' "Pros and Cons" slidin'
We chase face cards, I heard that each soul come with like ten
We gon' still take that lil' strap, fuck if it's a ghost Glock or a Gen
I love Ben Frank', I think me and bro could be best friends
Heard he died for dissin' gang, I bet he won't do that again, uh
Switchy smack his face, Drench switchin' lanes, watch how this go
Niggas ain't even blowin' they straps, let's be for real, them boys some hoes
We hit Parnell so much, at this point, I'ma just say we own 'em
How they say they spinnin' blocks? We spin they blocks, they ain't even on 'em
Uh-huh, we ride AMGs and Tracks, ain't nothin' stolen
Jakes up on our trail, we give 'em hell, we forever rollin'
Catch a face, we leave him baked
For that pape', no throwaways
F&Ns and Dracs leave him laced
Tell 'em it's demon time, no time to waste
Fredo twino, we grew up, up on the 8
We some headhunters for that pape'
Call him six in the morning, like, "Pop out we got a face"
Caught that face
SRT, Trackhawk, don't matter, we gettin' away
Fuck the jakes, fuck the state
E-way, barely touch my brakes
After we fuck, you gotta get out, hell nah, can't touch my face
Keep my Drac
SRT doggin' down the whole 8
Lil Rob call me like, "Pop out, we got a straight"
Now we straight
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