Fasho
I'm in my bag fasho
I'm in my bag fasho, yeah yeah
I'm the man now
Niggas be fanned out
And you don't be on that block, you a damn clown
Free D dot let's get this money, I ain't playin now
Had to separate myself cause they was playing round
Nigga ain't no hand outs
You gotta get up and go get a bag on yo own
So I stand out
I keep it a stack even when I be writing a song
What you saying now
You wasn't wit me from the start so leave me alone
I ain't playing now
I only come through for the bag and a lil nigga gone
Now these lil bitches be all on my phone
Not trynna cuff and they know what I'm on
They wanna fuck cause they see what I'm on
They wanna listen and vibe to my song
I'm finna make it, it ain't gone be long
Niggas hating I can tell by they tone
You in the way I can't get in my zone
Give me some drank and a woody to dome
I'm in my bag fasho
Niggas be envy, they mad that I take all the hoes
I get my bag and go
All of my niggas be shooting you know we got poles
I'm in that jag wit bro
When we see the opps you know that we upping the score
I got a nasty flow
When I be rapping these bitches be ready to blow
I'm in my bag fasho
Niggas be envy, they mad that I take all the hoes
I get my bag and go
All of my niggas be shooting you know we got poles
I'm in that jag wit bro
When we see the opps you know that we upping the score
I got a nasty flow
When I be rapping these bitches be ready to blow
Move in all black, no crow
Givenchy I'm stepping I spent like a band on my toes
I had to fail to grow
Now I'm succeeding, getting money and counting these rolls
Twoinno and spazz on go
Ima warn you when they blicking you better get low
Driving the boat, no row
When I'm behind it she say that I'm leaving it sore
All of this shit from the soul
Most of you rappers be claiming a place you can't go
No you can't eat out my bowl
Heat off, where was you all the nights I was cold
D dot finna come home
We was just laughing and chopping it up on the phone
Facing these woods to the dome
Hard times worked hard had to get it alone
Put everything in my songs
Tryna fix it, make it better and right all my wrongs
Sometimes I cry in my zone
Mind racing having dreams of my name on that stone
I'm missing my cousin he gone
Niggas hated he was fucking shit up like King Kong
I got dick all in her bones
Now she tweaking asking who is that calling my phone
I'm in my bag fasho
Niggas be envy, they mad that I take all the hoes
I get my bag and go
All of my niggas be shooting you know we got poles
I'm in that jag wit bro
When we see the opps you know that we upping the score
I got a nasty flow
When I be rapping these bitches be ready to blow
I'm in my bag fasho
Niggas be envy, they mad that I take all the hoes
I get my bag and go
All of my niggas be shooting you know we got poles
I'm in that jag wit bro
When we see the opps you know that we upping the score
I got a nasty flow
When I be rapping these bitches be ready to blow
I'm in my bag fasho, yeah yeah
I'm the man now
Niggas be fanned out
And you don't be on that block, you a damn clown
Free D dot let's get this money, I ain't playin now
Had to separate myself cause they was playing round
Nigga ain't no hand outs
You gotta get up and go get a bag on yo own
So I stand out
I keep it a stack even when I be writing a song
What you saying now
You wasn't wit me from the start so leave me alone
I ain't playing now
I only come through for the bag and a lil nigga gone
Now these lil bitches be all on my phone
Not trynna cuff and they know what I'm on
They wanna fuck cause they see what I'm on
They wanna listen and vibe to my song
I'm finna make it, it ain't gone be long
Niggas hating I can tell by they tone
You in the way I can't get in my zone
Give me some drank and a woody to dome
I'm in my bag fasho
Niggas be envy, they mad that I take all the hoes
I get my bag and go
All of my niggas be shooting you know we got poles
I'm in that jag wit bro
When we see the opps you know that we upping the score
I got a nasty flow
When I be rapping these bitches be ready to blow
I'm in my bag fasho
Niggas be envy, they mad that I take all the hoes
I get my bag and go
All of my niggas be shooting you know we got poles
I'm in that jag wit bro
When we see the opps you know that we upping the score
I got a nasty flow
When I be rapping these bitches be ready to blow
Move in all black, no crow
Givenchy I'm stepping I spent like a band on my toes
I had to fail to grow
Now I'm succeeding, getting money and counting these rolls
Twoinno and spazz on go
Ima warn you when they blicking you better get low
Driving the boat, no row
When I'm behind it she say that I'm leaving it sore
All of this shit from the soul
Most of you rappers be claiming a place you can't go
No you can't eat out my bowl
Heat off, where was you all the nights I was cold
D dot finna come home
We was just laughing and chopping it up on the phone
Facing these woods to the dome
Hard times worked hard had to get it alone
Put everything in my songs
Tryna fix it, make it better and right all my wrongs
Sometimes I cry in my zone
Mind racing having dreams of my name on that stone
I'm missing my cousin he gone
Niggas hated he was fucking shit up like King Kong
I got dick all in her bones
Now she tweaking asking who is that calling my phone
I'm in my bag fasho
Niggas be envy, they mad that I take all the hoes
I get my bag and go
All of my niggas be shooting you know we got poles
I'm in that jag wit bro
When we see the opps you know that we upping the score
I got a nasty flow
When I be rapping these bitches be ready to blow
I'm in my bag fasho
Niggas be envy, they mad that I take all the hoes
I get my bag and go
All of my niggas be shooting you know we got poles
I'm in that jag wit bro
When we see the opps you know that we upping the score
I got a nasty flow
When I be rapping these bitches be ready to blow
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Writer(s): Jaheim Jackson
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