Yup
Yea
Let's go
Damn Fuego this shit too hot
I know
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup in my black tee
Posted on that backstreet
Stick be poking my levi's little
But nigga this ain't black street
Niggas be stealing swag
That shit corny you can't match me
This hoe acting like she too good to eat me up in the backseat
I just put lil baby to sleep
She suck me like a passy
Got syrup in my gut yea
And my lungs a lil gassy
I sip on mud with my pinky up
I'm feeling a lil classy
My momma said baby you okay
Your eyes a lil glassy
How you saying that you gon wack me
But it's me that found you
All it take is one lil call to have them niggas hound you
Out in soho splurging
Shit I think I might hit round two
Hit a bitch last week I hit her up
We need a round two
She asked me when i'm sliding
Shit I said i'm thinking round two
She pretty, titties sitting, and you know that ass
If I ever fall off know my brother pick me up
Gotta watch your brother cause he might just stick you up
If my niggas down bad then shit I lift em up
If your niggas down bad then why you leave em stuck
The whole gang is all stars
Bitch we feel like chuck
Pull up in a foreign car niggas like wassup
Man they hate that shit
Twelve on us
Had the addy
Boy I ate that shit
Learned if you wanna get that fetti
Gotta take a risk
I put all my money in like Nip
But I ain't a crip
Breaking down this gas
Got my fingers stuck together
If you in the gang nigga
Then it's stuck forever
Niggas claim they want smoke
Okay then it's up forever
He tip toeing round the beef
Let him tell it he a stepper
I just dropped a rack on this mohair sweater
This jacket on my body made of goat hair leather
I put rackades in my Gstars when I feel under weather
I cut ties with anybody
Boy the less feelings the better
No ceilings when i'm riding
Feel the wind blow when i'm sliding
Smoking indo from the islands
Slow my tempo it rewind me
You smell dope it's cool don't mind me
It's a smoke trail from behind me
I'm still grinding
Cause the seven five is in me boy i'm shining
Perfect timing
Stars aligning
Bells ringing
Boy i'm climbing
Niggas pebbles
I'm a diamond
Ain't no hiding niggas biting
They be trying I be doing
Fuego bitch let's start a movement
I would say that I got competition
But they need improvement
Damn Fuego this shit too hot
Let's go
Damn Fuego this shit too hot
I know
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup
Yup in my black tee
Posted on that backstreet
Stick be poking my levi's little
But nigga this ain't black street
Niggas be stealing swag
That shit corny you can't match me
This hoe acting like she too good to eat me up in the backseat
I just put lil baby to sleep
She suck me like a passy
Got syrup in my gut yea
And my lungs a lil gassy
I sip on mud with my pinky up
I'm feeling a lil classy
My momma said baby you okay
Your eyes a lil glassy
How you saying that you gon wack me
But it's me that found you
All it take is one lil call to have them niggas hound you
Out in soho splurging
Shit I think I might hit round two
Hit a bitch last week I hit her up
We need a round two
She asked me when i'm sliding
Shit I said i'm thinking round two
She pretty, titties sitting, and you know that ass
If I ever fall off know my brother pick me up
Gotta watch your brother cause he might just stick you up
If my niggas down bad then shit I lift em up
If your niggas down bad then why you leave em stuck
The whole gang is all stars
Bitch we feel like chuck
Pull up in a foreign car niggas like wassup
Man they hate that shit
Twelve on us
Had the addy
Boy I ate that shit
Learned if you wanna get that fetti
Gotta take a risk
I put all my money in like Nip
But I ain't a crip
Breaking down this gas
Got my fingers stuck together
If you in the gang nigga
Then it's stuck forever
Niggas claim they want smoke
Okay then it's up forever
He tip toeing round the beef
Let him tell it he a stepper
I just dropped a rack on this mohair sweater
This jacket on my body made of goat hair leather
I put rackades in my Gstars when I feel under weather
I cut ties with anybody
Boy the less feelings the better
No ceilings when i'm riding
Feel the wind blow when i'm sliding
Smoking indo from the islands
Slow my tempo it rewind me
You smell dope it's cool don't mind me
It's a smoke trail from behind me
I'm still grinding
Cause the seven five is in me boy i'm shining
Perfect timing
Stars aligning
Bells ringing
Boy i'm climbing
Niggas pebbles
I'm a diamond
Ain't no hiding niggas biting
They be trying I be doing
Fuego bitch let's start a movement
I would say that I got competition
But they need improvement
Damn Fuego this shit too hot
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Writer(s): Saadiq George
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