Fairly Odd

Broke ass nigga get you some bands
I kick a nigga beat his ass with a blunt in my hand (huh, huh)

And he was speaking on my name,
He dap me up he a fan

And he get fried like some bacon toss his ass in that pan, (Hold on, Hold on, Hold on)

Hold up we want to step step step we get it right,

Red beam, Green beam
I got that Glock to my right

And he a want to be demon

We gone show him some light

And I'm higher than a bitch
I think i had took flight (thrrrr)
They call me Finn the way I'm toting on that Jake,
And he was speaking on my name that boy done made a mistake (Hold on, Hold on)

Glock on mask on, And boy we taking his face

And we done spared his fucking life he need to say his prays

I'm trying to change up the flow
My dick lay in her throat

My lil partner jigging nigga
He get it for the fucking low

And he want some fucking more
We pop up at yo fucking door
And everybody get to shooting better get your ass low

He talking about headshots

His head hot

His bed rot

We shoot a-lot

And i ain't talking about Polo G but these niggas cap a-lot

And every since i got some fucking bands
These hoes over here fanning out (BOW)

I just added hallows to my clip
And for the free we handing out (BOW)

Murder Man you know he go
Kill'em boys they 5 and 0

Ay knock knock nigga, We pop up at yo fucking door

He got a fucking bullet hole, Glock 9 take his soul
We trying to up the fucking score
He running where the fuck he go

Leg dance, Red man
I'm talking shit cause i can (thrrrr)

Lil shorty throwing that shit back she do that shit with no hands

She getting all these bands
And I'm the motherfucking man

We hit him from the neck up
And watch how the fuck we land
(Watch watch how the fuck we land, Huh Watch how the fuck we land hmmm)



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Writer(s): Javon Banks
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