Fulton

Lyrics
[Verse 1: FearDorian] I drop the tape, niggas bite that shit Nigga got scared, I was by his bitch Take a look at his life, I could buy that shit Beat around the bush, nigga implying shit Way too pretty, I ain't fightin' for shit Who these niggas you invitin' and shit? New pack, I can't wait to ship I'm at the function, can't wait to dip Drop in the city, I get in the mix Rick James, I can't walk in this bitch She fuck with me 'cause I talk my shit She fuck with me, it was off the rip Pull up, kick the door in I had your bitch, knowin' I had the wrist flaunt I'm in the stu' flowin' I had the whip, it's foreign She think that I'm goated One chance, bitch, don't blow it Hit the money dance on the floor Pickin' hella bands off the floor I touched twenty bands, I need more I touched thirty bands, I need morе I pick up the pack, I'm gone I'm not tryna handle thе loan Breeshphobic-ass niggas I'm not tryna answer the phone I catch a flight to Sierra Leone I hit lade, what we on? I hit lade, what we on? [Verse 2: lade] I get the pack and it's gone She tryna stay in my— Hold up, she tryna stay in my home Uh, nah, I just been in my zone Get the drop, okay, then we on I'm not tryna talk to them, leave me alone (Huh, bye) With the team, I ain't puttin' you on (Hell nah, okay) I was down, I was left all alone (Left all alone) You was down, I was right on your side (Right on your side) They got problems and they'll never know (They'll never know) I was posted, I'm still with the bro (I'm still with the bro) I wasn't up, can I get me a toast? (Can I get me a toast?) Got a bitch, she don't stay on this coast (Stay on this, yeah) Gotta watch out, that ain't your bro (That ain't your bro) Hop out, them niggas cutthroat (Niggas cutthroat) I'll tag a nigga by the post (By the post) What that mean? I'll get that boy gone (Get that boy gone) Why this bitch steady on my phone? (On my phone) Tryna slide, I ain't even home (I ain't even home) Got his bitch, took her off the bone (Off the bone) Lately I been gettin' high as fuck (High as fuck) Niggas hatin', they done had enough (Bitch) Had a hard life, it was rough (It was rough) A nigga stayed down, it was tough (It was tough) Need a freak, I ain't tryna cuff (I ain't cuff) All this shinin' I'm doin' ain't luck (Ain't luck), for real (Ain't luck)
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Credits
- Producers
- FearDorian