figi - stophe lyrics
[intro:]
man, who the f*ck this n*gga is
*tongue cl!ck*
man, i don’t know (uh)
i heard that n*gga crazy tho
(jas got beats)
[chorus:]
uh, drip water on a bit, no figi
b*tches watching like a n*gga on tv
h*lla diamonds, and they hittin’ like 3*d
count a hunnid bands, and make it look easy (look easy)
you want smoke lil’ n*gga, come see me
taking pictures with ya bit, and i’m cheesing (cheese)
got sum cuz, and some bruddas that’s bleeding
kick it like mike, and then tell her to beat it (b*tch)
[verse:]
we’ll make a n*gga fold like a laptop
trynna cop the new rolls royce with the blacktop
dressed in all black, like jayrock, with da mask on
i don’t even really like to talk, let the cash talk
n*gga still hatin’ on the low, get a bag dog
n*gga you da feds, i could tell the way you talk dog
shawty aah fat, i’ma hit it with the stoke
turn that ahh around, girl you know i want the throat (aye)
*beat breakdown*
*smoke sounds*
(cha*cha, cha*cha)
(cha*cha, cha*cha)
ya dig
hold up, hold up, let me count up my peso
b*tches f*cking sucking, yea, if i say so
p*ssy n*gga you can’t f*ck with my bredrins
n*ggas talkin’ out they mouth, then we testin’ em
n*ggas hating, they can’t f*ck with my pay stubs
stack the money make the house look like lego’s
move how i want, give a f*ck what you telling me
i know some n*ggas with some felonies (no cap)
i won’t let this sh*t get the best of me
had to switch the flow up, change the recipe
i don’t weigh to roll up, not a fein
can’t f*ck with that hoe, she ain’t f*cking the team
you know that i got it like that
you that i rock it like that
you don’t wanna play with them straps
n*ggas run up then know that i’m c*ckin’ it back
your b*tch tryna dance in my lap
“audemar”, that b*tch gon’ dance on my wrist
tell that b*tch to suck it with spit
chain ’round my neck, walk around like a l!ck
ain’t never lackin’, f*ck around and get split
i give two f*cks ’bout a b*tch
young n*gga finna get rich
don’t play cuz we sending a blitz (yea)
(b*tch)
huh (ya dig)
[chorus:]
drip water on a bit, no figi
b*tches watching like a n*gga on tv
h*lla diamonds, and they hittin’ like 3*d
count a hunnid bands, and make it look easy (look easy)
you want smoke lil’ n*gga, come see me
taking pictures with ya bit, and i’m cheesing (cheese)
got sum cuz, and some bruddas that’s bleeding
kick it like mike, and then tell her to beat it (b*tch)
[verse 2:]
hands on my nuts, i don’t give no f*cks
i can’t wait to ride ’round in a bentley truck (aye)
do this sh*t ’round the clock, i ain’t giving up
n*ggas trip ’bout a b*tch, get ya digits up (no cap)
a young n*gga on go, i’m a one of a kind, b*tch
with them dealers, and nun but convicts
smoking gas like i’m “straight outta compton” (that gas)
too much water, i can’t tell the time
b*tch (what?)
don’t trust these hoes, go for nun (uh)
these b*tches switching just for fun (no cap)
hoes in rotation, i keep more than one (ya dig)
you live by that strap, you might die by the gun play
ask about me b*tch, you know that i’m chase (gang)
i don’t give a f*ck what ya brudda say
you betta think twice about sn*tching a chain
pick ya hoe up, buss that sh*t out the frame
stack the dough up, this sh*t look like a game
and you know it, pcp be the gang
i don’t know why these b*tches screaming my name (my name)
i got it right, and then i stayed in my lane (my lane)
i’m taking chances tryna f*ck wit this fame
shawty beggin’ me to please change my ways (my ways)
i’m lookin’ at her like she mental, insane
high to the moon, geeked up
cartier frames, they match with the chains
and i’m with the goons (yuh)
i hope you don’t call ya b*tch
she to busy, she rollin my woods (yuh)
and i never stall a b*tch
i teach that b*tch how to jugg (yuh)
and now i’ma starter, b*tch
b*tch, i was misunderstood (ok)
now it’s “balmain”, my drip (my drip)
thirty*piece, you’ll get a whole clip
louie v, put it all on my belt (my belt)
in the water like my last name “phelps”
ain’t go to college, i ain’t having no debt (no debt)
rocking red bottoms, see the shìt when i step
(i step, step, step)
uh (ya dig)
[chorus:]
drip water on a bit, no figi (no figi)
b*tches watching like a n*gga on tv (uh*huh)
h*lla diamonds, and they hittin’ like 3*d
count a hunnid bands, and make it look easy (look easy)
you want smoke lil’ n*gga, come see me
taking pictures with ya bit, and i’m cheesing (cheese)
got sum cuz, and some bruddas that’s bleeding
kick it like mike, and then tell her to beat it
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