Bars
If a nigga see me and he wanna blow better bust first for he bust back
I know lil niggas who be selling weed he got dime bags in his lunch pack
I'll scoop a bitch let her do a dick give her bus fare for the bus back
You don't really wanna touch that...
Brodie had it in his but crack!
I done seen niggas get up outa Jams wit a but crack and a nut sack
I done seen bitches get up out of jams with a tight cat and a big rack
For any nigga who don't get that
You ain't really wit the shits shorty
Put a whole half by my dick shorty
And I'm out the jam with the quick shorty
You a bitch you a Vic shorty and you know that I can merch
I wanna hear you talk shit now wit that blood on ya shirt
I be getting money I don't like stunting I got tiny horses on my shirt
And my ex bitch still a boss too she got LVs on her purse, Bars
Bars, Bars
It's Fadah
Bars
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
They like Fadah who arrested you?
Bars
I'm like nigga who finnesin you?
Bars
Yu must think I'm off a zannie man?
Bars
And I kill shit when I walk thru
Hachoo
Ill shit Fadah bless you
I pray don't any nigga test you
I'll pay for anything you wreck through
Hoes clothes and a fuckin tennis shoe
I told the Feds motherfuck an interview
They told me nigga we'll fuckin finish you
I be puffin like a power girl
You can't tell me shit about a girl
I hope you know that I'm a minute man
So I hope you not a hour girl
Money's time and that money's power girl
I can't fuck you for a hour girl...
Fuck it I'll give you 30mins
Cuz that pussy got some power girl!
Zip zip
Hit the phone
Snip snip
Quick flip and they gone
Zip zip
Hit the phone
Snip snip
Quick flip and they gone
Ring ring to my phone it's yo bitch tell that bitch gimme dome, ah
Ring ring to my my phone it's yo bitch tell that bitch leave me lone, hold up
Mula wit the ruler
Tasha wit the rocket
Stephanie wit the steamer
Meeka the geeka
That's a squad fulla coochie how yo squad fulla dicks and they know that you weaker
I don't fuck wit competition or the opposition
I ain't got the tic for that
I don't even call em stripes
You'll never get yo riches back
Ole bitch ass nigga, bars! Ah
Yea, it's Fadah, bars
Ah, bars bars bars
Bars bars bars
Yea, ah
I ain't even for the Tough Tony act you can miss me wit the talking shit
I don't touch pole but the way you niggas acting Fadah finna spark some shit
Hollow poison we got arson clips
Country nigga I got awesome aim
You don't know me cuz Yu met me bitch
Put respeck on my fuckin name
All tree' of y'all
It's Fadah
I know lil niggas who be selling weed he got dime bags in his lunch pack
I'll scoop a bitch let her do a dick give her bus fare for the bus back
You don't really wanna touch that...
Brodie had it in his but crack!
I done seen niggas get up outa Jams wit a but crack and a nut sack
I done seen bitches get up out of jams with a tight cat and a big rack
For any nigga who don't get that
You ain't really wit the shits shorty
Put a whole half by my dick shorty
And I'm out the jam with the quick shorty
You a bitch you a Vic shorty and you know that I can merch
I wanna hear you talk shit now wit that blood on ya shirt
I be getting money I don't like stunting I got tiny horses on my shirt
And my ex bitch still a boss too she got LVs on her purse, Bars
Bars, Bars
It's Fadah
Bars
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
They like Fadah who arrested you?
Bars
I'm like nigga who finnesin you?
Bars
Yu must think I'm off a zannie man?
Bars
And I kill shit when I walk thru
Hachoo
Ill shit Fadah bless you
I pray don't any nigga test you
I'll pay for anything you wreck through
Hoes clothes and a fuckin tennis shoe
I told the Feds motherfuck an interview
They told me nigga we'll fuckin finish you
I be puffin like a power girl
You can't tell me shit about a girl
I hope you know that I'm a minute man
So I hope you not a hour girl
Money's time and that money's power girl
I can't fuck you for a hour girl...
Fuck it I'll give you 30mins
Cuz that pussy got some power girl!
Zip zip
Hit the phone
Snip snip
Quick flip and they gone
Zip zip
Hit the phone
Snip snip
Quick flip and they gone
Ring ring to my phone it's yo bitch tell that bitch gimme dome, ah
Ring ring to my my phone it's yo bitch tell that bitch leave me lone, hold up
Mula wit the ruler
Tasha wit the rocket
Stephanie wit the steamer
Meeka the geeka
That's a squad fulla coochie how yo squad fulla dicks and they know that you weaker
I don't fuck wit competition or the opposition
I ain't got the tic for that
I don't even call em stripes
You'll never get yo riches back
Ole bitch ass nigga, bars! Ah
Yea, it's Fadah, bars
Ah, bars bars bars
Bars bars bars
Yea, ah
I ain't even for the Tough Tony act you can miss me wit the talking shit
I don't touch pole but the way you niggas acting Fadah finna spark some shit
Hollow poison we got arson clips
Country nigga I got awesome aim
You don't know me cuz Yu met me bitch
Put respeck on my fuckin name
All tree' of y'all
It's Fadah
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Writer(s): Malik Brown
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