Fugazi
Yeah Timeline Made This Beat Bitch
All bark no bite that shit amaze me
Fake people all around they be fugazi
Tryna get my bands up hold on put your hands up
Cops right behind me, hit the gas, don't give a damn bruh
No cap, but I'm a cap peeler
And I'm chasing that bag gotta get my scrilla
Glizzy have nigga dancing just like thriller
And I'm straight out the jungle call me gorilla
And I don't like beef but I'm cash cow
Heard They don't like me cause I'm up now
Driving something fast tryna get to the bag now
Hold on wait a minute nigga better slow down
They call me Texas Pete, cause I'm hot now
Call the fire department to put the flames out
We leaving stains on the street yeah your brains on the street
Nigga talking all that shit you ain't know I had the heat
Had to get up off my ass and make a couple moves
Might finesse you out your check and I'm a flip too
Yeah we got that heavy metal I ain't talking tools
Have that choppa raining on you like its singing Blues
I been making music since like 2017
Had to get up off my ass got to stay up out them streets
Told my momma when I make it she gone live like it's a dream
Told my brother when I get it I'm a split it with the team
And we tote them things I ain't paying with them nigga
Talking out your neck watch what you saying lil nigga
Choppa got a drum like a band lil nigga
But I ain't a killer I'm bout them hands lil' nigga
Yeah the struggle made me real
And the struggle made me tough
And the struggle taught a young nigga not to give a fuck
Momma looked me in my eyes and said go get your bands up
So I got up off my ass and I got my bands up
Why they pocket watching I'm on a different level
You can't see me want to be me get on my level
Hit the gas, do the dash toting heavy metal
Yeah I'm hot but you not nigga I can't help you
Choppa make you flip like you doing gymnastics
Send em to the moon like he working for NASA
Police asking questions I just tell them I don't know
I been tryna get this bread I been in the studio
10 Toes down yeah this shit is a talent
Flying first class sitting next to the pilot
Shorty want to fuck she said keep it on the low
She just want me for my money but she think that I don't know
Yeah I can't cuff the hoes I was talking to my bother thinking about selling that dope
Thinking about kicking them doors shit we was really broke
Ain't know what to do I even tried going to school
But that was 2017 I ain't had shit
And then I got up off my ass and made it happen
I'm doing better then I thought I would last year
Was moving slow but now a nigga moving faster Yeah Yeah
How you say you down to ride until its time to ride
Nigga you my brother but enemy in disguise
Own blood turned against me had to open up my eyes
Last year I was blind didn't see them signs damn
Niggas really faking like some plastic wack shit
Might just have to let these niggas have it tragic
Old friends disappeared just like some magic last wish
Aye don't say my name unless it's valid real shit
Got to hit the gas zoom zoom
Pull up let the Glock go boom boom
Hopping out the van with my nigga's Scooby Doo
Have them fucking searching like Blue Clues
Niggas want a hand out wait who's you
Choppa really make them disappear poof poof
Have a nigga momma crying boo hoo
Blood dropping everywhere red juice
If you fucking try put your ass on YouTube
Have you dressed up in a black suite
Glock hit a nigga in the fucking WOO WOO
Told my niggas lets go its time to get loose
All bark no bite that shit amaze me
Fake people all around they be fugazi
Tryna get my bands up hold on put your hands up
Cops right behind me, hit the gas, don't give a damn bruh
No cap, but I'm a cap peeler
And I'm chasing that bag gotta get my scrilla
Glizzy have nigga dancing just like thriller
And I'm straight out the jungle call me gorilla
And I don't like beef but I'm cash cow
Heard They don't like me cause I'm up now
Driving something fast tryna get to the bag now
Hold on wait a minute nigga better slow down
They call me Texas Pete, cause I'm hot now
Call the fire department to put the flames out
We leaving stains on the street yeah your brains on the street
Nigga talking all that shit you ain't know I had the heat
Had to get up off my ass and make a couple moves
Might finesse you out your check and I'm a flip too
Yeah we got that heavy metal I ain't talking tools
Have that choppa raining on you like its singing Blues
I been making music since like 2017
Had to get up off my ass got to stay up out them streets
Told my momma when I make it she gone live like it's a dream
Told my brother when I get it I'm a split it with the team
And we tote them things I ain't paying with them nigga
Talking out your neck watch what you saying lil nigga
Choppa got a drum like a band lil nigga
But I ain't a killer I'm bout them hands lil' nigga
Yeah the struggle made me real
And the struggle made me tough
And the struggle taught a young nigga not to give a fuck
Momma looked me in my eyes and said go get your bands up
So I got up off my ass and I got my bands up
Why they pocket watching I'm on a different level
You can't see me want to be me get on my level
Hit the gas, do the dash toting heavy metal
Yeah I'm hot but you not nigga I can't help you
Choppa make you flip like you doing gymnastics
Send em to the moon like he working for NASA
Police asking questions I just tell them I don't know
I been tryna get this bread I been in the studio
10 Toes down yeah this shit is a talent
Flying first class sitting next to the pilot
Shorty want to fuck she said keep it on the low
She just want me for my money but she think that I don't know
Yeah I can't cuff the hoes I was talking to my bother thinking about selling that dope
Thinking about kicking them doors shit we was really broke
Ain't know what to do I even tried going to school
But that was 2017 I ain't had shit
And then I got up off my ass and made it happen
I'm doing better then I thought I would last year
Was moving slow but now a nigga moving faster Yeah Yeah
How you say you down to ride until its time to ride
Nigga you my brother but enemy in disguise
Own blood turned against me had to open up my eyes
Last year I was blind didn't see them signs damn
Niggas really faking like some plastic wack shit
Might just have to let these niggas have it tragic
Old friends disappeared just like some magic last wish
Aye don't say my name unless it's valid real shit
Got to hit the gas zoom zoom
Pull up let the Glock go boom boom
Hopping out the van with my nigga's Scooby Doo
Have them fucking searching like Blue Clues
Niggas want a hand out wait who's you
Choppa really make them disappear poof poof
Have a nigga momma crying boo hoo
Blood dropping everywhere red juice
If you fucking try put your ass on YouTube
Have you dressed up in a black suite
Glock hit a nigga in the fucking WOO WOO
Told my niggas lets go its time to get loose
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Writer(s): Morris Jennings
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