letra de faith (b fr) - lil tony official
[intro]
yeah
yeah
(ayy, deeski, i like this one)
all that friendly-ass sh-t, n-gga can beat it
f-ck wrong with his ass?
(say, jesto, this motherf-cker trim)
hahaha
yeah
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, slatt b-tch get shot in his sh-t for the opp sh-t
tkey pop that tool with the mopstick
lil’ buddy be slangin’ that mac on some mob sh-t
f-ck wrong with buddy? he be on some opp sh-t
push up on him, n-gga say that i’m trippin’
pcf poppin’, we stay droppin’ hot sh-t
blow out his cutlass, he f-ck with this pimpin’
i heard one of these broke-ass n-ggas dropped salt, get active, the f-ck is he sayin’?
only n-ggas who ain’t went out bad in the city, he mad ’cause we popped at his mans
i done f-cked ’round and f-cked up my finger tryna get off, can’t k!ll him, we catchin’ his mans
heard lil’ buddy a pack and they steppin’ for him, catch the rapper, they steppin’ again
haha, be for real
[verse]
who the f-ck started that gen sh-t?
we the originators of the spin sh-t
pop out with fully, we miss him, we bend again
hit him first, try f-ck n-gga move, we get the new lo’, we gon’ come through and get it in
hit his phone, n-gga, what you wan’ do? he say it’s no smoke, why the f-ck is you trippin’ then?
hahaha, the f-ck, n-gga? come here, yeah
my n-gga locked up, he in there glocked up, i still be thinkin’ might split again
youtube plaque popped up, i’m on some rich-n-gga sh-t, gettin’ dividends
flatbed trunk, take the top off, why the f-ck did he think he can spin in this?
[verse 2]
why?
i don’t understand
young n-gga gettin’ to these bands
huh, bad b-tches tryna throw a n-gga top, yeah
young n-gga poppin’, gettin’ h-lla guap
yeah, i don’t give a f-ck, run that sh-t up
run down a n-gga ass, give it up
bad b-tch, booty fat, back it up
n-gga roll, get some racks, stack it up
fishscale it, bag it up, add it up
hundred thousand worth of cash in the truck
lil’ j-man get on a n-gga ass, zip him up
[chorus]
yeah, yeah, slatt b-tch get shot in his sh-t for the opp sh-t
tkey pop that tool with the mopstick
lil’ buddy be slangin’ that mac on some mob sh-t
f-ck wrong with buddy? he be on some opp sh-t
push up on him, n-gga say that i’m trippin’
pcf poppin’, we stay droppin’ hot sh-t
blow out his cutlass, he f-ck with this pimpin’
i heard one of these broke-ass n-ggas dropped salt, get active, the f-ck is he sayin’?
only n-ggas who ain’t went out bad in the city, he mad ’cause we popped at his mans
i done f-cked ’round and f-cked up my finger tryna get off, can’t k!ll him, we catchin’ his mans
heard lil’ buddy a pack and they steppin’ for him, catch the rapper, they steppin’ again
haha, be for real
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