Fogo De Chao

Lyrics

[Verse 1: TJ Sleaze] Wanna get rich like me, talk shit like me You ain't got a dollar in yo pocket but yo wrist icy Rob who? Niggas know I got the stick by me Clutching on it, singing Dej Loaf, let a nigga try me I tried to calm Reese down, he did y'all mans grimy ShittyBoyz, gang-gang, you see Stan by me Searching y'all designer on the web, man, I couldn't find it Take any card in the store, my shit ain't declining Girl, I'm out here chasing pape', don't wanna hear yo whining Heading to the top with my team, all my niggas shining Labels all on my dick, call it perfect timing Made 60K off SBA with my nigga Simon Opps scared to come outside, they see Scats flying My white nigga throwing bullets like he Matt Ryan Bitch, you ain't bussing PUAs, nigga, stop lying Lately I been feeling like the man with my damn iron [Verse 2: StanWill] Balenciagas on, stomp around like I'm Bigfoot See the opposition out, asked 'em how the blick look More burners on me than a stove, get yo shit cooked Upped the twenty on her, had to tell her this how lit look I can't fuck with a bitch unless her throat deep Bitch ride like a cowgirl, Little Bo-Peep Catch him riding waves, .223s make his boat sink Thousand dollar kicks, bitch, I spent five on both feet Baby, you can keep the fake love 'cause my pape' real Already knowing niggas fake but that hate real What I made off PUA, that's like eight deals Main bitch tryna kill my hoes, I told bae chill Alright, it's a landslide Gang-gang, fuck everybody, bitch, I'm anti If you so fucking sticked up, how yo mans die? Threw a ShittyBoyz joggy on and I ran five [Verse 3: TJ Sleaze] With the money, I been tripping lately I ain't never speaking to the cops, they gon' have to chase me Whole gang tryna smoke that nigga but I'm 'bout to face it Sup with all these niggas dick sucking on them fake pages I don't tell gang stay safe 'cause they stay dangerous Yeah, I get the money then I'm out, I ain't into hanging I walk around with blues on me but I ain't banging Stay down till I'm up, bitch, I'm maintaining Hold on, slow the car down, think I see an opp We got 'bows of exotic, what you wanna cop? You can't hide in my city, we gon' get the drop Jumping out with chopsticks in the equinox Ain't pulling off till we see five people drop Toot it up, lil' bitch, I'm finna beat yo box This young nigga be the reason that yo people shot Real demons on yo ass, better call the cops [Verse 4: StanWill] Young, rich, and turnt, hoes dick suck Turn the function to a Glock party, hold the blicks up Gang 'round niggas liable to get they bitch fucked Knew every smacking-ass state, I ain't missed one Huh, I'm feeling like Jim Crow, I don't like niggas Baby AR and Glockiana, I don't fight niggas Rolling with the pits, all my dawgs got some bite in 'em Nut squeezing-ass jeans, thousand dollar Mike denim Huh, yeah, yeah, alright Make the opps do the Cha Cha when we slide through Unc' wrist whipping, serving niggas like a drive-through Pulling out with big black chops, we'll rob you Monkey nuts and and banana clips, Planet of the Apes TJ probably on a opp block, blamming with the Drac' Bougie lil' bitch, all she eat is salmon and some steak Road tripping with my new BIN, jamming in yo state We'll run 'em down with them sticks, how a relay be [Verse 5: TJ Sleaze & StanWill] All I do is fuck his bitch, I know he hate me Put some game on her for that head like how EA be Seen her on the 'Gram slid up like a PSP I think twelve ain't enough so I keep XD Dropped a bag on his head, they got him in a week Bitch like Sandy, I done put my nuts in her cheeks Fogo de Chão, bitch, I paid a buck just to eat