Fasho Freestyle Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Chorus] I was down bad, but I had to run it up If you don't got a bag, then you need to run it up Told lil' shawty, "I'm the one, baby, he's a runner up" If you talkin' 'bout that cash, then you know we pullin' up, ayy You not gang, nigga, you not one of us (One of us, nah) Grab that Hi-Tech and I pour it in the Crush, ayy Niggas think they flexin', but they really ain't doin' nothin' much I hopped up in that foreign, told my haters, "Eat my dust", ayy [Verse] And I still might take that bag (Yeah) Big Diego got too much swag (Too much swag, yeah) Broke ass niggas need'a cash (Need'a cash, yeah) I'm in the Mase' baby, no this not no Jag' (No way) I'm sippin' that dirty and you know I'm smokin' gas (On that gas, yeah) You niggas ain't real, so we leave 'em in the past I still run down on 'em, leave it in a mess (In a mess, nah) Every day, all my haters know we turn up (Turn up) Play with the gang, it'll get you burnt up (Fye, fye, fye) Tell me what you need, we got that pull-up service (Pull up) Clownin' niggas, they belong in a circus (What) Make the wrong move, I promise we gon' murk ya (Murk ya) I can't do the green, only red and purple Off the drugs, I be geeked up like I'm Urkel You not a boss, you can't get up in my circle, ayy New ice chain, it's wet like the ocean Too much cash, my money not foldin' Smokin' gas, I'm losin' my focus I am the one, you know that I'm chosen Fuckin' yo' bitch, her pussy is soakin' Too many diamonds, my body is frozen Hop it that coupe, you know that it's foreign Straight to the top, that's where I am goin' Ballin' these niggas, I feel like DeRozan Pull the choppa, he run like Forest Hi-Tech red, I call it the potion Twenty-four hours, my trap is open Big Diego, she say I'm the dopest IceWater gang, we are the coldest Say you get cash, then nigga just show it Stealin' gas, nigga like I grow it [Chorus] I was down bad, but I had to run it up If you don't got a bag, then you need to run it up Told lil' shawty, "I'm the one, baby, he's a runner up" If you talkin' 'bout that cash, then you know we pullin' up, ayy You not gang, nigga, you not one of us (One of us, nah) Grab that Hi-Tech and I pour it in the Crush, ayy Niggas think they flexin', but they really ain't doin' nothin' much I hopped up in that foreign, told my haters, "Eat my dust", ayy [Outro] (Xool on the beat, boy!)