Fa Real (feat. Mall Prime)
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
They love when I come thru
I turn up the spot
Been on this since the first YSL drop
Sippin this dirty it might make my heart stop
My Patna he move so it's Neva a drought
Pray to the lord I make it out of the south
Know that these niggas Neva word to mouth
If you a 10 then ima point ya out
Thump thru the racks I make em watch me count
Where was you at was trapping out the house
Shake it for me lemme see whatchu bout
Say she Haitian put creole in her mouth
I'm just tryna add it keep on stacking amounts
Good marajuanna know I'm smoking on loud (Loud)
You can't compete throw the towel
Just hit the bank I'm good for now
New Cuban link had to flood it out
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
Hop in the jet fr
Go take a look at my net fr
We Walk with them dawgs fr
We went against all them odds fr
You know we gon ball fr
Look in my eyes and my vision real clear
You cannot see and you standing right here
I'm feeling so cold so I'm wearing that ice
She different so she got them diamonds in dice
I told her to chill and she say I'm not nice
I said lil bit you can get it on sight
She walked in my room now she spending the night
You can say that all I do is fight
You couldn't stop me even if you tried
Keep hunnid, all you niggas lie
Imma keep on reaching for the sky
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
She my lil puppy like todo
Two bad bitches with me like bogo
All these clones tryna copy my logo
I can't kick it no mo like a dojo
They all want me retired like I'm romo
I might sing to yo bitch like I'm somo
I might give her that work for the low low
She gon hop on this dick like a pogo
I just copped me brand new patek doe
I might shoot up yo shit like I'm chapo
In this modernized world like I'm rocko
I been folding up niggas like tacos
She gon spin on this dick helicopter
She keep going i ain't finna stop her
All these niggas be off of they rockers
She said pull up its Betty like Crocker
Aye when i feel down I pop a Percocet
(Yeeeeeeeee)
When i come down i wanna know what's next
(Yeeeeeeeee)
Aye when i feel down I pop a Percocet
(Yeeeeeeeee)
When i come down i wanna know what's next
(Yeeeeeeeee)
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
They love when I come thru
I turn up the spot
Been on this since the first YSL drop
Sippin this dirty it might make my heart stop
My Patna he move so it's Neva a drought
Pray to the lord I make it out of the south
Know that these niggas Neva word to mouth
If you a 10 then ima point ya out
Thump thru the racks I make em watch me count
Where was you at was trapping out the house
Shake it for me lemme see whatchu bout
Say she Haitian put creole in her mouth
I'm just tryna add it keep on stacking amounts
Good marajuanna know I'm smoking on loud (Loud)
You can't compete throw the towel
Just hit the bank I'm good for now
New Cuban link had to flood it out
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
Hop in the jet fr
Go take a look at my net fr
We Walk with them dawgs fr
We went against all them odds fr
You know we gon ball fr
Look in my eyes and my vision real clear
You cannot see and you standing right here
I'm feeling so cold so I'm wearing that ice
She different so she got them diamonds in dice
I told her to chill and she say I'm not nice
I said lil bit you can get it on sight
She walked in my room now she spending the night
You can say that all I do is fight
You couldn't stop me even if you tried
Keep hunnid, all you niggas lie
Imma keep on reaching for the sky
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
She my lil puppy like todo
Two bad bitches with me like bogo
All these clones tryna copy my logo
I can't kick it no mo like a dojo
They all want me retired like I'm romo
I might sing to yo bitch like I'm somo
I might give her that work for the low low
She gon hop on this dick like a pogo
I just copped me brand new patek doe
I might shoot up yo shit like I'm chapo
In this modernized world like I'm rocko
I been folding up niggas like tacos
She gon spin on this dick helicopter
She keep going i ain't finna stop her
All these niggas be off of they rockers
She said pull up its Betty like Crocker
Aye when i feel down I pop a Percocet
(Yeeeeeeeee)
When i come down i wanna know what's next
(Yeeeeeeeee)
Aye when i feel down I pop a Percocet
(Yeeeeeeeee)
When i come down i wanna know what's next
(Yeeeeeeeee)
Hop on a jet (Fa Real)
100 thousand on my neck (Fa Real)
Get to the check (Fa Real)
Get to the bag (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
I was down bad (Fa Real)
I was down on my last (Fa Real)
Credits
Writer(s): Trejon St Junior
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