Fasho

Lyrics

[Intro] Ha Want to Mm Don't bring no Yeah, don't bring no (Mm, Montage) Ayy (Toni) [Chorus] Don't bring no freaks to the crib 'cause the street that we live You don't really touch a band, it's still G how I live I'm off six grams of shrooms, I'ma tweak in this bitch Brodie just got out the feds, he got heat in this bitch We got gas by the pound, weak by the fifth I'm off Yo Gabba Gabba, I take Gaba [?] pills 'Cause I'm [?] client, still off Vican and dry tonic I'll vomit over a beat and not in my stomach [Verse 1] Yeah [?] them niggas was your friends and you showed 'em where you live Stupid-ass nigga, just be glad you don't have kids I ain't never had no deal, I just get it how I live Check the self-investment, probably ran it up a mill' Need a rental in the south, not a mansion in the hills Run into some money, I'll be head over heels Off the Psilocyb shrooms, I can't get out of the feels Off these Yo Gabba Gabbas, I take Gaba [?] pills 'Cause I'm [?] clonic, still off Vican and dry tonic I'll vomit over a beat and not in my stomach Eyes on it, where's the prize? I'm gon' ride for it Die for it, but I'm immortal, nigga, I am Horace Drive sport in a 430, all black Bad bitch blowing up the phone, I don't call back ABN, I don't give a fuck what you call that ATM, PayPal that stack, I need all that [Chorus] Don't bring no freaks to the crib 'cause the street that we live You don't really touch a band, it's still G how I live I'm off six grams of shrooms, I'ma tweak in this bitch Brodie just got out the feds, he got heat in this bitch We got gas by the pound, weak by the fifth I'm off Yo Gabba Gabba, I take Gaba [?] pills 'Cause I'm [?] client, still off Vican and dry tonic I'll vomit over a beat and not in my stomach [Verse 2] New crib, still gotta put the cameras up Bad bitch with titties like she Pamela A twelve gangs, ain't get a chance to raise his hammer up She beg for it, say please, you know she got her manners up Niggas jelly but I never let 'em jam me up All about the bread, nigga, I was bumpin' Anti Up Nutting on her chin and the drips fucked her camey up Know my arm strong, a nigga try and put the family up Yeah, I'm just tryna leave the family straight Words cutting through all you characters, this ain't Anna Mae Thought that I was bound for departure but now I plan to stay If she with me, her ass fat, I'm from planet yae Money coming through a beat, I got a bomb on Flexed up, been about paper, don't know what y'all on This nothin' but a rerun that [?] You can't fuck up my steeze, bitch, I count up my cheese (Ayy, ayy) [Chorus] Don't bring no freaks to the crib 'cause the street that we live You don't really touch a band, it's still G how I live I'm off six grams of shrooms, I'ma tweak in this bitch Brodie just got out the feds, he got heat in this bitch We got gas by the pound, weak by the fifth I'm off Yo Gabba Gabba, I take Gaba [?] pills 'Cause I'm [?] client, still off Vican and dry tonic I'll vomit over a beat and not in my stomach