Fye Dat (feat. NLA Ricee)

I just told bro
Roll some smoke
Ayo fye dat

Come through masked up
Wit my guys
We like firemen

Feel like Lou
Totin' this ratchet
We gon pull up
Where ya mom at

Maneuver, get behind in traffic
He get hawked down by piranhas

I just copped a brand new stick
This a MP five seven

Brodie mix exotic
Wit the OG
Issa hybrid

These niggas think they gremlinz
Bitch I come through
Like a goblin

All you hear is sirens

I got my semi
If you envy
Ayo 50
Where my glockie at

We don't play
About them pennies
Pull up in hemi's
Where yo blockie at

Hallows hot
We let off shots
One in the top
No need in cockin' dat

Tryna jock
You needa stop
Get sent to 'Pac
G-lock'll rock him back

Pull up who want smoke
Bitch I feel like Nardo Wick
Got my blickie in my coat
Try to steal, let off the stick

Quick to wet right off the rip
Yo sentence death up on my hip
Smith & Wesson not my preference
Twenty-seven weapon spit

Know some piranhas wit the violence
And they come through stop the nonsense
They don't really got no conscience
And they hunt you wit that hot shit

Catch you lackin'
Snatch yo pockets
Get caught actin'
Blast them rockets

Actin' cocky off the wok
He betta duck
This heatin' knockin'

I just told bro
Roll some smoke
Ayo fye dat

Come through masked up
Wit my guys
We like firemen

Feel like Lou
Totin' this ratchet
We gon pull up
Where ya mom at

Maneuver, get behind in traffic
He get hawked down by piranhas

I just copped a brand new stick
This a MP five seven

Brodie mix exotic
Wit the OG
Issa hybrid

These niggas think they gremlinz
Bitch I come through
Like a goblin

All you hear is sirens

Tell them niggas
Quit the flodgin'

We be back to back
All black Suburbans
It get violent

Three hunnit rounds up this car
And that's just bein' modest

It's all about the mindset

Shawty my luh tilla
How she pickin' up that dialect

I love my gutta bitch
I know she talk that shit
Send the addy to my phone
Got the upps on a bitch

Get it crackin' in here
Put a drum on a stick
Gettin' active in here
We gon dump and we dip

Think you a savage in here
Catch one to the chin
Ain't no lackin' in here
We got one on the hip

You think you cappin' in here
You get turnt to a spliff bitch

I just told bro
Roll some smoke
Ayo fye dat

Come through masked up
Wit my guys
We like firemen

Feel like Lou
Totin' this ratchet
We gon pull up
Where ya mom at

Maneuver, get behind in traffic
He get hawked down by piranhas

I just copped a brand new stick
This a MP five seven

Brodie mix exotic
Wit the OG
Issa hybrid

These niggas think they gremlinz
Bitch I come through
Like a goblin

All you hear is sirens