Fa Fa Fa - Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label: letra, videos musicales y conciertos

Yo Gotti, EST Gee & CMG The Label

Fa Fa Fa

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Fa Fa Fa fue lanzado el 29 de septiembre de 2023 por CMG/Interscope Records como parte del álbum Fa Fa Fa - Single

Detalles de la canción

ÁlbumFa Fa Fa - Single

Fecha de lanzamiento29 de septiembre de 2023

Sello discográficoCMG/Interscope Records

Melodía

Nivel de sonidos acústicos

Valence

Capacidad para bailar

Energía

BPM70

DESCRIPCIÓN

LETRA

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES

Yo Gotti

Voces

EST Gee

Voces

CMG The Label

Intérprete

COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA

George Stone III

George Stone III

Autoría

Mario Mims

Autoría

John Carlos Ramirez

John Carlos Ramirez

Autoría

Max Jacobsson

Autoría

Randy Razz II

Autoría

PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA

Johngotitt

Producción

Moz

Producción

CantRushTheVibe

CantRushTheVibe

Producción

Ari Morris

Ingeniería de mezcla

Logan Schmitz

Ingeniería de mezcla

Jorge Ace Taveras

Jorge Ace Taveras

Ingeniería de grabación

Jess Jackson

Masterización

Letra

[Intro]

Hey, who dat?

Johngotitt

[Verse 1]

Trap beat still doing numbers

Big Gotti still got runners

Twenty years straight, no fumbles

Wild life **** from the jungle

**** too small to be cocky

And I'm too big to be humble

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I was okay, rich selling thunder

Too much, can't tuck it, I'm punching

I ain't get no game from my uncles

So I ain't show em' no love on the numbers, fuck 'em

Shit, they hated my pops

They act like it's love 'cause I'm up, but it's not

First in the city, put switch on a Glock

First **** paid five figures a drop

Keep it a good grip when you hitting, it's hot

Put one on top and then hop out the car wit' that

[Chorus]

Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa

Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa

[Verse 3]

More than twin flames hitting up that car (Flat)

I'll make a **** call for Allah (On God)

I'ma trap ****, baby, I'm a star (I am)

When I say go bar for bar (Sticks)

See, that's a hunnid thousand Xanax bars (Bars)

I could buy it on a Amex card (Swipe)

Ain't no receipt on a pack, ****

Ain't no bringing this shit back, ****

Fuck around and get flapped, ****

[Chorus]

Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa

Fa, fa, fa, fa, fa

[Verse 4]

I got these sticks in the rental

This bitch in the car, she too sentimental

I got my dawg in my car and he fuck with the opps, he playing the middle

Oh, he thinking he slime, I'm three steps ahead, he don't even know it

I told him I need some gas, I get out then pump it, they pull up and blow it

I was chilling in Turks, my **** on Percs, he talking 'bout killing (Killing)

I'm tryna exit the streets, this shit gotta ceiling, I'm thinking 'bout billions ('Bout billions)

I just talked to Drew Finland, they finna free dawg, you don't know the feeling

Yeah, you don't know the feeling, they lock up your partner, y'all running up millions

[Verse 5]

Yeah, I just jumped off the island, I'm back on a tour

Jump off the tour and I'm back in the trap

Jump out the trap and go up to the office

Put down the strap, go through some offers

Pick up my strap and I'm back at the door

Phone on private, ain't dropping my lo' (My lo')

Calling the label, they late on our paper, we treating this shit like we still selling dope

Brand new Ferrari, I ordered it (Skrrt)

Asian masseuse, imported it (Imported it)

I'm on the side my **** on, so if they get on your ass, I'm supporting it

I'm too big for the bullshit, I already know it (I know it)

I know better but I ignore it (Ignore it)

I'm not a rapper, I'm a poet (What am I?)

Street ****, drug lord (Gotti)

[Bridge]

Let the beat breathe

Hey, let the beat breathe on these pussies

Just vibe out, flex, know what I'm saying?

[Outro]

First 100k I remember

First seven figures I remember

First AK I remember

It was cold day in December

First **** felt it, first **** felt that fa

First ****

First **** y'all let die

Pussies

Written by: George Stone III, John Carlos Ramirez, Mario Mims, Max Jacobsson, Randy Razz II

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