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Fwm
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Fwm was released on November 17, 2016 by It Goes Up Entertainment - Project Be Well, LLC as a part of the album Autophobia
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Release DateNovember 17, 2016
LabelIt Goes Up Entertainment - Project Be Well, LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
King Iso
King Iso
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Tarrel C. Gulledge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
King Iso
King Iso
Producer

Lyrics

I'm the best out, case in point
You the type of **** that'd catch a case and point
That shell catcha-catch a case when I aim and point
After I auto rotation, get in, case the joint
I'll blaze the joint, then afterwards, blaze a joint
They wanna send me to the joint like they made to oink
But I be strapped, pants sagging
They call me a bad transaction
Because I move yay and void
I make a point to make folks make appointments
I'm a boss spinning in the cheddar, thank the voice
I Debo these hoes like make a choice
And Gero these foes, you ain't making noise
Impale ya hoe with a joystick and take her joint
Stack bread all in my chips, game ahoy
I got a strap on my pelvis, I ain't naked boy
I son **** like Melvin, baby boy
I live by two words: Create, destroy
Fuck yo hood, troops that you can't deploy
**** lie about work 'cause they ain't employed
High and spacing off like mega joint
Bitches fish and shit but they ain't a koi
This shit don't make no sense like I ate a coin
You lie like you caked up but I'll take ya bitches cakes
And grab them shits and make her moist
Leave a **** super salty like he drank some soy (Sauce you)
I'm super shady like I hang with Royce (Marshall)
I need a drink 'cause I stay annoyed (Barstool)
I play God so you can't rejoice (Awful)
You fucking with a **** that'll go to war with you
White flags I'll make you hoist (Off you)
Feed a **** like post tubes, 'cause I'm so cruel with those tools
Better save ya voice
ISO ****!
I don't know why **** always hating on me homie
I'm too busy getting paper
I told you **** ain't nobody fucking with me
Tell 'em fall back, see you later
I been on the road putting on getting blown
Show me love, you a hater
Some of you **** blowing up my celly
Giving hate about the money, I'ma hang up
And if a **** really wanna get into it
You can tell them pussy **** come and get me
I'm getting sick and tired of me telling all
you hating **** ain't nobody fucking with me
And if a **** really wanna get into it
You can tell these pussy **** come and get me
I'm getting sick and tired of me telling all
you hating **** ain't nobody fucking with me
I be with the B-dogs and Locs
I ain't with the peace talk and smoke
Keep a revolver close
Hungry enough to come and leap off ya toes
Negative energy what y'all feed off the most
**** think y'all would know
To be smart, but he's off the lean, off the dro
Plus a pill, he's a retard for sho'
Street mobster's gon' leave him in the street
Like he's orange cones, wanna spin 'em like a revolving door
Giant firin', be off the fo'
Cannibal but ballistic feed off my foes
Back then I used to beat off to hoes
Now these bitches eat off my toes
And they clean all my clothes
I don't see y'all at shows
Local shit is over with,
I'm hopin' **** notice ****, we on the road
He often told you that he's a renegade like Em and Jay
But now I'm sippin' lemonade, Beyonce Knowles
When I'm rocking in yo city, bring all the hoes
Titties like the government, they be all exposed
I be killing everybody, three songs to go
With three sixteens unless Steve Austin knows
It don't matter written ****, be off the dome
Hoping that ya baby mamas leave y'all at home
Brainsick made it 'cause we all with yours
Let me quit flexing, I'ma leave y'all alone
I am the one like Keanu's foe
Y'all are pussies like Keanu, woah
You be on, I am beyond you bro
Beef with me and you'll be on the floor
Why is this the speed that all you flow?
Shoot you; fuck you finna argue for?
Son you like Sun Tzu, no art of war
**** really wanna beef til I shoot til there are no more
Brain...
I don't know why **** always hating on me homie
I'm too busy getting paper
I told you **** ain't nobody fucking with me
Tell 'em fall back, see you later
I been on the road putting on getting blown
Show me love, you a hater
Some of you **** blowing up my celly
Giving hate about the money, I'ma hang up
And if a **** really wanna get into it
You can tell them pussy **** come and get me
I'm getting sick and tired of me telling all
you hating **** ain't nobody fucking with me
And if a **** really wanna get into it
You can tell these pussy **** come and get me
I'm getting sick and tired of me telling all
you hating **** ain't nobody fucking with me
Written by: Tarrel C. Gulledge
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