Fait

Yeah
Yeaa
Huh
Yeah
Im shooting for the stars oh no I can't hang with y'all
He takin fentanyl oh no I can't ball with y'all
And I'm on that easter pink
In a G63 Amg
You wanna race with me
Ill beat the jag inna jeep
This shit way to easy
You dig
Shorty trynna run up a bag with me
Yeaah
Im trynna count dem racks till I sleep
Yeaaawoahwoah

Huh
Yeah
And u done fuked up
Lil boy you is outta luck
Choppa leave your face fuked aint no time for all that talk
Lil boy you is too late
This can go anyway
And the stick got a dick and tits and it hold hollow tips boy this your fait
Cause we can make your mama cry
Aint no way you really wanna die
Yeaah
But we all got are time
Yeauh
Yea im lost in my mind
Yeauh

Yeah
Yeaa
Huh
Yeah
Im shooting for the stars oh no I can't hang with y'all
He takin fentanyl oh no I can't ball with y'all
And I'm on that easter pink
In a G63 Amg
You wanna race with me
Ill beat the jag inna jeep
This shit way to easy
You dig
Shorty trynna run up a bag with me
Yeaah
Im trynna count dem racks till I sleep
Yeah



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Writer(s): Indigo Ponzone
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