Testo Floating - YFG FATSO
Testo della canzone Floating (YFG FATSO), tratta dall'album Floating
(SlickDa3rd, let's go crazy)
Bitch, yeah
Yeah, I'm turnt in the mornin' right now, yeah
(That boy)
I think I got six, hold up, flamin' the 'Wood
(Me and Slick in this bitch right now, finna drop heat)
I get H-I-G-H, I might need some deals to pull my weight
I might K-I-C-K, told you all my problems, bitch, you played
Yes, I'm B-A-N-K-H-E-A-D, loaded all the way
My opps can D-I-E, take this 223 and cave your face (better keep your head up)
I get H-I-G-H, I might need some deals to pull my weight
I might K-I-C-K, told you all my problems, bitch, you played
Yes, I'm B-A-N-K-H-E-A-D, loaded all the way
My opps can D-I-E, take this.223 and cave your face (better keep your head up)
Who the fuck do you think you involved with?
If all of 'em bad, they get on the plane
My issues, I can't even solve them
I been had the bodies around my name
I'm in a fast car, you say you lookin' for love, I'm lookin' for money to gain
I know you well, no, you don't stress it enough
'Cause it's scary how life just change (yeah)
I'm more than an adolescent, in your mirror, I'm a fuckin' soon-to-be
They takin' my flows, can see it no clearer, how he gon' assume he me?
You was callin' my name, I couldn't even hear you
I was off the shrooms for weeks (I was out my head)
Narcissistic, fucked up due to these bitches
I don't believe me neither (then I did it again)
I get so high, might touch the sky
Uh-huh, fucked up and I don't know why, yeah
You said I failed, just give my props to me, I tried
My goal is to run it up, fuck one, I need one hundred
I get H-I-G-H, I might need some deals to pull my weight
I might K-I-C-K, told you all my problems, bitch, you played
Yes, I'm B-A-N-K-H-E-A-D, loaded all the way
My opps can D-I-E, take this 223 and cave your face (better keep your head up)
I get H-I-G-H, I might need some deals to pull my weight
I might K-I-C-K, told you all my problems, bitch, you played
Yes, I'm B-A-N-K-H-E-A-D, loaded all the way
My opps can D-I-E, take this 223 and cave your face (better keep your head up)
Machete my handgun, my chop saw off a neck-neck
My drive, it go up, I did too much, bitch, I got fat checks (bitch, I got bread)
This shit out the dust, where I grew up, proud of myself, oh yeah (proud of my area)
They think I go hard, it's just one part
They ain't seen nothin' yet (they ain't seen nothin')
You tell me a lie, I remember (I do)
My heart super gone, you tender (it's gone)
We eat all steaks at the dinner (we eat it up)
I'd hate me too if I was you (bitch)
You said be home, I couldn't be (I couldn't)
I made a whole lot in the middle (I did)
We hear niggas lost in the middle (we do)
I'm relatin' too 'cause I was you (yeah)
Uh, take out the cap, throw it back, said I'm doin' too much once again
What happened on Princeton, we gon' leave it here
You don't need to be tellin' your friends
Truck got tint, camp out on niggas, I bought me a 10, tryna make me a band
I know I'm a star in the air, if you look at me, bae, I'm in clothes by Band
I get so high, might touch the sky
Uh-huh, fucked up and I don't know why, yeah
You said I failed, just give my props to me, I tried
My goal is to run it up, fuck one, I need one hundred
I get H-I-G-H, I might need some deals to pull my weight
I might K-I-C-K, told you all my problems, bitch, you played
Yes, I'm B-A-N-K-H-E-A-D, loaded all the way
My opps can D-I-E, take this 223 and cave your face (better keep your head up)
I get H-I-G-H, I might need some deals to pull my weight
I might K-I-C-K, told you all my problems, bitch, you played
Yes, I'm B-A-N-K-H-E-A-D, loaded all the way
My opps can D-I-E, take this 223 and cave your face (better keep your head up)
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Writer(s): Richard Stevenson Iii, Alfredo Cervantes, Christopher Mosley Jr.
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