Fasho (feat. ThreeD Tae)
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Yeah I came to shoot, came with who, bitch I came with who
Said bitch I'm born to shoot, I'm born to do, I'm really bored of you
I'm hitting bed with three of her friends or maybe hitting two
She missing me but I'm not missing you, said I'm not missing who
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Baby give me more
She gonna fuck with Milly Baby, she know Milly got the dough
My ice will make you chilly baby, she know Milly's rocks on froze
I swear they wanna kill me babe
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
She gon give me head, drop the neck, I don't wanna text
Come through with a friend, I want more, don't want nothing less
She know not to test, I'm the best, we ain't gonna rest
Getting to my bread, bitch
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Drop the top when I'm riding in my coupe
Hanging out the sunroof throwing money like its new, new, new
Like it's new, new, new
Throwing money like its blue
Hearing my name ain't new to me but I know it might be new to you
Drop the chip up in the Scat, speed racing imma let it loose
I'm with Milly on this motherfucker, you know I'm fucking with the crew
Solid to the bros and they know I'm telling the fucking truth
I'm in PCB right now, I'm grinding, know I'm trying to get paid
I'm getting paid from three different states, and I got two real estates
If you want it I got it, got cash in my pocket
I'm a big boss, I don't know about you
Step off in the club I'm VIP, imma raise the roof
This shit fasho, I can show you how it go
Can't fuck with no nigga, I don't crack no jokes
Got a party on the water, got to drive this boat
Just some young rappers on the grind, we trying to rise
Dropped a four up in my Tropicana, it's time to fly
I want a floor on the ceiling, don't want a limit, fuck it bitch I'm about to spin it
Disappear like a magician, searching and fishing, looking for somebody wishing
Swear that this bitch got tripping, peep it I'm dipping, pour it up see how I'm sipping
Shoes on me Scotty, I'm catching body to ball on a bitch like I'm Pippin
Yeah I came to shoot, came with who, bitch I came with who
Said bitch I'm born to shoot, I'm born to do, I'm really bored of you
I'm hitting bed with three of her friends or maybe hitting two
She missing me but I'm not missing you, said I'm not missing who
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
I said fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Aye fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Fasho
Yeah I came to shoot, came with who, bitch I came with who
Said bitch I'm born to shoot, I'm born to do, I'm really bored of you
I'm hitting bed with three of her friends or maybe hitting two
She missing me but I'm not missing you, said I'm not missing who
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Baby give me more
She gonna fuck with Milly Baby, she know Milly got the dough
My ice will make you chilly baby, she know Milly's rocks on froze
I swear they wanna kill me babe
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
She gon give me head, drop the neck, I don't wanna text
Come through with a friend, I want more, don't want nothing less
She know not to test, I'm the best, we ain't gonna rest
Getting to my bread, bitch
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Drop the top when I'm riding in my coupe
Hanging out the sunroof throwing money like its new, new, new
Like it's new, new, new
Throwing money like its blue
Hearing my name ain't new to me but I know it might be new to you
Drop the chip up in the Scat, speed racing imma let it loose
I'm with Milly on this motherfucker, you know I'm fucking with the crew
Solid to the bros and they know I'm telling the fucking truth
I'm in PCB right now, I'm grinding, know I'm trying to get paid
I'm getting paid from three different states, and I got two real estates
If you want it I got it, got cash in my pocket
I'm a big boss, I don't know about you
Step off in the club I'm VIP, imma raise the roof
This shit fasho, I can show you how it go
Can't fuck with no nigga, I don't crack no jokes
Got a party on the water, got to drive this boat
Just some young rappers on the grind, we trying to rise
Dropped a four up in my Tropicana, it's time to fly
I want a floor on the ceiling, don't want a limit, fuck it bitch I'm about to spin it
Disappear like a magician, searching and fishing, looking for somebody wishing
Swear that this bitch got tripping, peep it I'm dipping, pour it up see how I'm sipping
Shoes on me Scotty, I'm catching body to ball on a bitch like I'm Pippin
Yeah I came to shoot, came with who, bitch I came with who
Said bitch I'm born to shoot, I'm born to do, I'm really bored of you
I'm hitting bed with three of her friends or maybe hitting two
She missing me but I'm not missing you, said I'm not missing who
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
I said fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Aye fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho, fasho
Fasho
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Writer(s): Revson Mills
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