Fasho (feat. MGC Jordan)
(Intro)
Gang gang gang
On god aye on god aye on god aye
Look
Can't come in my trap you never sold a bowl
Stay walking down every beat like I'm lil double o
You talk that gangster shit but we already know that you is a hoe
Never slid on a opp with that motherfucking pole
She fuck with lame niggas but she Kno I'm the realest fasho
Yea she Know I'm the realest fasho let's go let's go
Shorty steady giving me signs that she want to fuck
But she don't want to suck and I'm like bitch what the fuck
You sound like a motherfucking cluck
Little bitch you a goose you a duck
Sorry I skipped you bitch you out of luck
I put out the duck then rolled another leaf up
Don't trust these bitches because most of dumb
Don't show no love because I'm from the slums
Roll up a wood and make sure that bitch stuffed
Dese niggas real pussy get on the gram and act tough
Little bro we already know that you a bluff
Come through yo block we gone fire that bitch up
If we come through yo block we gone fire that bitch up on god
(Chours)
Can't come in my trap you never sold a bowl
Stay walking down every beat like I'm lil double o
You talk that gangster shit but we already know that you is a hoe
Never slid on a opp with that motherfucking pole
She fuck with lame niggas but she Kno I'm the realest fasho
Yea she Know I'm the realest fasho let's go let's go
These niggas know we da realest post up with a semi
I might as well cop me a hemi
My Momma says stop all that sinning them commas keep pending
I done slid onna ops now they trending
Im fleeing out to the country
I keep rolling up steady giving me the munchies
Why the wood just punch me!?
Before I go broke imma tell the trap front me
Ain't even tweaking my pockets thicker then sum lunch meat
This shit harder then concrete, everybody love me nobody's above me
I get low on my sack
Then just count up my racks
Got me sweating in the party like I'm chubby
That boi mike keep a pack and he serve by the p
but thats still my motherfucking family
Lets go find us a block to sweep
And we tote 3 or 4 cause we cant slide deep he was staring at my bitch
So i robbed the lil creep
When I'm gone off da gas ain't no bothering me
If it's strong I can't pass I'm a boss in these streets
I can't play point guard cause ain't no Crossing in me
I just poured up a deuce now I'm flossing my teeth
If you make me mad then you six feet deep
Switch the plates switch the tags then we gone in the streets
Fasho fasho you already know
That white Mercedes we gone slide on the go
See the plug in Vegas he don't go on the bowls
We got exotic with us up on the road
If we see 12 gas pedal to the floor
And a minute later they can't see us nomore
And you better not step if ain't flipped a bowl
(Chours)
Can't come in my trap you never sold a bowl
Stay walking down every beat like I'm lil double o
You talk that gangster shit but we already know that you is a hoe
Never slid on a opp with that motherfucking pole
She fuck with lame niggas but she Kno I'm the realest fasho
Yea she Know I'm the realest fasho let's go let's go
(Outro)
you never sold a bowl
Stay walking down every beat like I'm lil double o
Talk that gangster shit already know that you is a hoe
Never slid on a opp with that motherfucking pole
She fuck with lame niggas but she Kno I'm the realest fasho
Yea she know we the realest fasho gang
Gang gang gang
On god aye on god aye on god aye
Look
Can't come in my trap you never sold a bowl
Stay walking down every beat like I'm lil double o
You talk that gangster shit but we already know that you is a hoe
Never slid on a opp with that motherfucking pole
She fuck with lame niggas but she Kno I'm the realest fasho
Yea she Know I'm the realest fasho let's go let's go
Shorty steady giving me signs that she want to fuck
But she don't want to suck and I'm like bitch what the fuck
You sound like a motherfucking cluck
Little bitch you a goose you a duck
Sorry I skipped you bitch you out of luck
I put out the duck then rolled another leaf up
Don't trust these bitches because most of dumb
Don't show no love because I'm from the slums
Roll up a wood and make sure that bitch stuffed
Dese niggas real pussy get on the gram and act tough
Little bro we already know that you a bluff
Come through yo block we gone fire that bitch up
If we come through yo block we gone fire that bitch up on god
(Chours)
Can't come in my trap you never sold a bowl
Stay walking down every beat like I'm lil double o
You talk that gangster shit but we already know that you is a hoe
Never slid on a opp with that motherfucking pole
She fuck with lame niggas but she Kno I'm the realest fasho
Yea she Know I'm the realest fasho let's go let's go
These niggas know we da realest post up with a semi
I might as well cop me a hemi
My Momma says stop all that sinning them commas keep pending
I done slid onna ops now they trending
Im fleeing out to the country
I keep rolling up steady giving me the munchies
Why the wood just punch me!?
Before I go broke imma tell the trap front me
Ain't even tweaking my pockets thicker then sum lunch meat
This shit harder then concrete, everybody love me nobody's above me
I get low on my sack
Then just count up my racks
Got me sweating in the party like I'm chubby
That boi mike keep a pack and he serve by the p
but thats still my motherfucking family
Lets go find us a block to sweep
And we tote 3 or 4 cause we cant slide deep he was staring at my bitch
So i robbed the lil creep
When I'm gone off da gas ain't no bothering me
If it's strong I can't pass I'm a boss in these streets
I can't play point guard cause ain't no Crossing in me
I just poured up a deuce now I'm flossing my teeth
If you make me mad then you six feet deep
Switch the plates switch the tags then we gone in the streets
Fasho fasho you already know
That white Mercedes we gone slide on the go
See the plug in Vegas he don't go on the bowls
We got exotic with us up on the road
If we see 12 gas pedal to the floor
And a minute later they can't see us nomore
And you better not step if ain't flipped a bowl
(Chours)
Can't come in my trap you never sold a bowl
Stay walking down every beat like I'm lil double o
You talk that gangster shit but we already know that you is a hoe
Never slid on a opp with that motherfucking pole
She fuck with lame niggas but she Kno I'm the realest fasho
Yea she Know I'm the realest fasho let's go let's go
(Outro)
you never sold a bowl
Stay walking down every beat like I'm lil double o
Talk that gangster shit already know that you is a hoe
Never slid on a opp with that motherfucking pole
She fuck with lame niggas but she Kno I'm the realest fasho
Yea she know we the realest fasho gang
Credits
Writer(s): Jarvis Williams, Jordan Williams
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