Fo'Nicky
Watch me wild out with this cannon or this fo'nick
Lately I been itching for some shit to make me blow blick
Aim at dawg shit I feel like Vicky with this fo'nick
You'll think I never flushed the toilet how I show shit
I just hit this lil freaky freaky off frozen wrist
Ain't never did no drug, if you drop dirty got frozen piss
Spur of the moment bullshit got DeRozan clips
You get caught slipping in the alley that's bowling risks
If I front a packy to yo mans ain't no ghosting shit
Or it be breakfast on the go, I'm a toast the whip
I keep a K around the camp this as rare as it get
Ain't shit sweet but Kit-Kat, so I'm taking his kit
Bitch I been around before my time
Generational pit
I put that on my tombstone undertaking some shit
Everyday I put that shitty on no occasional drip
Never sold dope, but with inflation might get me a brick
I'm a warrior no matter what's the play shit I'm wigging
I know niggas teaching niggas about the rock in Hell's Kitchen
Feel like Pee-Wee, Stab and Zilla in this bitch I smell bitches
Grandmomma gave you that chain I'm the grinch that stole Christmas
I can't ball without my niggas that shit foul stay flopping
I'll rather splash with the bros, Sauce Walka, Klay Thompson/
Shit I almost smacked a mannequin for mugging, hate shopping
I'm the type to up a dub don't owe a plug all profit
Being tough upon the web bitch I be the green goblin
Mix the Cartier with Gucci bitch we be steady mobbin
I got student loan money just might buy a Joey Biden
Catch a shell tryna reach for this prezi, Michelle Obama
Fo' five call it Melo trying to knick something
Bitch I be Gianni, Donatella be my rich cousin
I'm in the nino with the munchies boy these chips bussin
A bunch of titties round the blick I'm finna milk something
Cartier buss a nigga eye this a Kimbo punch
I just spilled some water on my pinky the limo jumped
I just pulled heat now shit cool with the windows up
Why these lil niggas strapped up without big boy nuts
Fo'nick, hold on I got fo'nick
Got fo tires on the striker, so we need bout fo blicks
Smoke shit nigga you ain't smoke shit
Up the sco you can't get even less my nigga set pick/
Fo'nick, hold on I got fo'nick
Got fo tires on the striker, so we need bout fo blicks
Smoke shit nigga you ain't smoke shit
Up the sco you can't get even less my nigga set pick/
If I was Red, deebo would've died in motion
You sent that boy on that dummy mission, you done died for coaching
You don't get pussy ran in yo spot you done died in lotion
All that internet thugging boy, you done died for posting
Ride with fo' heats, two uzis, a chop and a tec-nine
Knock the branches off yo family tree if you disrespect mine
My nigga riding with a rifle, David Wes size
I know some niggas getting it on the East and on the Westside
Unlike you, I get a lot of ass Ron Jeremy
Like I'm Radames, I'll get to tweaking I'll murk you
Stuff her mouth with plan-b, give a fuck if you fertile
That's yo mans not my mans, so it's up if we gerb you
Get up with him learn his whereabouts, what's his license plate
At a nigga party smash his face in cake, how that icing taste
Catch you pumping gas at the speedway is the Icee's straight
Was supposed to fuck, but she taking too long that's why I be late
Fo'nick, hold on I got fo'nick
Got fo tires on the striker, so we need bout fo blicks
Smoke shit nigga you ain't smoke shit
Up the sco you can't get even less my nigga set pick/
Fo'nick, hold on I got fo'nick
Got fo tires on the striker, so we need bout fo blicks
Smoke shit nigga you ain't smoke shit
Up the sco you can't get even less my nigga set pick/
Lately I been itching for some shit to make me blow blick
Aim at dawg shit I feel like Vicky with this fo'nick
You'll think I never flushed the toilet how I show shit
I just hit this lil freaky freaky off frozen wrist
Ain't never did no drug, if you drop dirty got frozen piss
Spur of the moment bullshit got DeRozan clips
You get caught slipping in the alley that's bowling risks
If I front a packy to yo mans ain't no ghosting shit
Or it be breakfast on the go, I'm a toast the whip
I keep a K around the camp this as rare as it get
Ain't shit sweet but Kit-Kat, so I'm taking his kit
Bitch I been around before my time
Generational pit
I put that on my tombstone undertaking some shit
Everyday I put that shitty on no occasional drip
Never sold dope, but with inflation might get me a brick
I'm a warrior no matter what's the play shit I'm wigging
I know niggas teaching niggas about the rock in Hell's Kitchen
Feel like Pee-Wee, Stab and Zilla in this bitch I smell bitches
Grandmomma gave you that chain I'm the grinch that stole Christmas
I can't ball without my niggas that shit foul stay flopping
I'll rather splash with the bros, Sauce Walka, Klay Thompson/
Shit I almost smacked a mannequin for mugging, hate shopping
I'm the type to up a dub don't owe a plug all profit
Being tough upon the web bitch I be the green goblin
Mix the Cartier with Gucci bitch we be steady mobbin
I got student loan money just might buy a Joey Biden
Catch a shell tryna reach for this prezi, Michelle Obama
Fo' five call it Melo trying to knick something
Bitch I be Gianni, Donatella be my rich cousin
I'm in the nino with the munchies boy these chips bussin
A bunch of titties round the blick I'm finna milk something
Cartier buss a nigga eye this a Kimbo punch
I just spilled some water on my pinky the limo jumped
I just pulled heat now shit cool with the windows up
Why these lil niggas strapped up without big boy nuts
Fo'nick, hold on I got fo'nick
Got fo tires on the striker, so we need bout fo blicks
Smoke shit nigga you ain't smoke shit
Up the sco you can't get even less my nigga set pick/
Fo'nick, hold on I got fo'nick
Got fo tires on the striker, so we need bout fo blicks
Smoke shit nigga you ain't smoke shit
Up the sco you can't get even less my nigga set pick/
If I was Red, deebo would've died in motion
You sent that boy on that dummy mission, you done died for coaching
You don't get pussy ran in yo spot you done died in lotion
All that internet thugging boy, you done died for posting
Ride with fo' heats, two uzis, a chop and a tec-nine
Knock the branches off yo family tree if you disrespect mine
My nigga riding with a rifle, David Wes size
I know some niggas getting it on the East and on the Westside
Unlike you, I get a lot of ass Ron Jeremy
Like I'm Radames, I'll get to tweaking I'll murk you
Stuff her mouth with plan-b, give a fuck if you fertile
That's yo mans not my mans, so it's up if we gerb you
Get up with him learn his whereabouts, what's his license plate
At a nigga party smash his face in cake, how that icing taste
Catch you pumping gas at the speedway is the Icee's straight
Was supposed to fuck, but she taking too long that's why I be late
Fo'nick, hold on I got fo'nick
Got fo tires on the striker, so we need bout fo blicks
Smoke shit nigga you ain't smoke shit
Up the sco you can't get even less my nigga set pick/
Fo'nick, hold on I got fo'nick
Got fo tires on the striker, so we need bout fo blicks
Smoke shit nigga you ain't smoke shit
Up the sco you can't get even less my nigga set pick/
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Writer(s): Kenneth Jackson
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