Figadeal Me
Married to the game while im fuckin on the hustle
She screamin out my name while i tighten up her muscles
Raised by the streets but they the first to turn on you
Thats why i keep a scope on the desert-eagle
Hit em with a right and left naw i aint missin
Nigga my aim good be sure you dont miss it
This shit so ridiculous i swear its like 10 of us
On the way up making moves
You niggas potato heads lying in stew
I roll 1 or maybe 2
Man im so high am i on Space Jam
Those are not real
Those are to fake man worn by fake friends
Wait back back i just need my space man
Ill take the raincheck
Told the bitch like give me the ring back
She apologetic wanna take it all back
Man its cool
Ill be gone in the AM
Thats on ASAP
Told the bitch like pop a molly and chillax
Mind on G stats and i came from the Trap her D.D. or whatever
Pop a couple xans im flying no propellers
Keep your chin up and screaming fuck the weather
Wait one time for my haters
City nigga came to collect the Paper
Aye aye aye you Figadeal Me
Came to collect the paper you Figadeal Me
Screaming fuck the haters you Figadeal Me
Aye you Figadeal Me
Its time for your boy to get up on his shit
I smoke green get high i dont give a shit
I be getting high all the time and shit yeah
And your boy got the finest bitch yeah
And i pull up in the finest whips yeah
And your boy got the finest kicks yeah
And my team be on that gang shit yeah
I pull up and ill fuck your bitch
Aye aye aye you Figadeal Me
Came to collect the paper you Figadeal Me
Screaming fuck the haters you Figadeal Me
Aye you Figadeal Me
Aye you Figadeal Me
Yeah you Figadeal Me
You Figadeal Me
Yeah you Figadeal Me
I been getting money nigga like Padro
These niggas turn they back and they lay low
I been getting money
Nigga them pasos
I stack up nigga then i lay low
First of the month aye aye all of my gang with me
All of them bitches fake
Why do they hang with me
I keep a strap on me
I keep the gang round me
You cannot hang with me aye
You cannot bang with me aye
You cannot bang with me aye
You cannot bang with me
Aye you Figadeal Me
You Figadeal Me
I do it for the family
Aye aye aye you Figadeal Me
Came to collect the paper you Figadeal Me
Screaming Fuck the haters you Figadeal Me
Haaa you Figadeal Me
Yeah aye aye you Figadeal Me
Came to collect paper you Figadeal Me
Screaming fuck the haters you Figadeal Me
Haaa you Figadeal Me
Yeah you Figadeal Me
She screamin out my name while i tighten up her muscles
Raised by the streets but they the first to turn on you
Thats why i keep a scope on the desert-eagle
Hit em with a right and left naw i aint missin
Nigga my aim good be sure you dont miss it
This shit so ridiculous i swear its like 10 of us
On the way up making moves
You niggas potato heads lying in stew
I roll 1 or maybe 2
Man im so high am i on Space Jam
Those are not real
Those are to fake man worn by fake friends
Wait back back i just need my space man
Ill take the raincheck
Told the bitch like give me the ring back
She apologetic wanna take it all back
Man its cool
Ill be gone in the AM
Thats on ASAP
Told the bitch like pop a molly and chillax
Mind on G stats and i came from the Trap her D.D. or whatever
Pop a couple xans im flying no propellers
Keep your chin up and screaming fuck the weather
Wait one time for my haters
City nigga came to collect the Paper
Aye aye aye you Figadeal Me
Came to collect the paper you Figadeal Me
Screaming fuck the haters you Figadeal Me
Aye you Figadeal Me
Its time for your boy to get up on his shit
I smoke green get high i dont give a shit
I be getting high all the time and shit yeah
And your boy got the finest bitch yeah
And i pull up in the finest whips yeah
And your boy got the finest kicks yeah
And my team be on that gang shit yeah
I pull up and ill fuck your bitch
Aye aye aye you Figadeal Me
Came to collect the paper you Figadeal Me
Screaming fuck the haters you Figadeal Me
Aye you Figadeal Me
Aye you Figadeal Me
Yeah you Figadeal Me
You Figadeal Me
Yeah you Figadeal Me
I been getting money nigga like Padro
These niggas turn they back and they lay low
I been getting money
Nigga them pasos
I stack up nigga then i lay low
First of the month aye aye all of my gang with me
All of them bitches fake
Why do they hang with me
I keep a strap on me
I keep the gang round me
You cannot hang with me aye
You cannot bang with me aye
You cannot bang with me aye
You cannot bang with me
Aye you Figadeal Me
You Figadeal Me
I do it for the family
Aye aye aye you Figadeal Me
Came to collect the paper you Figadeal Me
Screaming Fuck the haters you Figadeal Me
Haaa you Figadeal Me
Yeah aye aye you Figadeal Me
Came to collect paper you Figadeal Me
Screaming fuck the haters you Figadeal Me
Haaa you Figadeal Me
Yeah you Figadeal Me
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Writer(s): Jamal Matterson
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