faith (b fr) - lil tony official lyrics
[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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