Testo Together - YFG FATSO
Testo della canzone Together (YFG FATSO), tratta dall'album Together
Yeah
Come on, come on
Just me and the 'Wood
(Lil Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)
Yeah
Put a nigga on Fox, when I jump out the car, I'ma hop out swingin' some thick shit
32 shots in the G, know I say it a lot, it's the truth, test it out, you gon' get this
I been steppin' in blood, every day, I'm with thugs, but none of us gone
Fixin' the image, I gave her the tune, now I'm in a room with ice cream colors, I'm big rich
Make a stance in this shit, everybody know Go in the run, they'll never forget this
Mama don't know what I did, why I gotta repent? 'Cause it's souls in the Drac', come and get this
Everybody ain't real, they be hidin' they colors, so I gotta move
I don't know what niggas want me to do, but I ain't finna lose, I was broke, now I finally fixed it
Know a reaper gon' reap, not a habit you see, it's a lot that we stand and live by
Keep on fuckin' they ho's, you took her to roof, I just fed her some dick and some rib-eye
Niggas can't do enough, fuck you mean? Keep up, gave more than a chance
I put the recipe in niggas' hand, they ain't run up bands, it's over with now, know that shit fried
Foenem pullin' up, jumpin' out cars with woods in hoods, they know how that bitch died
Ain't adjust to my uncle when I was too young, I ain't been the same since Chris cried
Knowin' me, only answer with money, start ringin' my finger to friends
I don't how the fuck I walked in, but, nigga, I did, now I'm on the floor, we the rich guys
Before a ticket, shoppin' for hats in the 'Raq, wanna pop a lil' mission
Niggas was seein' us in it, the straights and the tracks, for our age, we got it trendin'
Never gon' quit 'cause I'm in it, I let niggas talk over phones, but I'm payin' a ticket
Give his little ass 'bout a 30-day timer or somethin', they gon' catch every nigga I'm pickin' (come on)
First shot blow, put a dumb nigga right on the floor, we ain't stoppin', no clippin'
Never gon' pull up to kick it, I don't like to stay in one spot, I ain't tryna be sittin'
Bitches be broke, they ain't got nothin' but pussy and hope and I already lost my feelin'
Murder for hire, let's get every soul in the 'Raq 'cause I already lost one member, come on
He went down to the floor, heard it whistle and blow when the shells went by
Ho's be chasin' the bag and I don't got shit for they ass, don't tell me why
Roll down the window, nah, we smokin' no endo, bet they could smell me now
We ridin' slow through a fuck nigga block in an all-black hot, think a snail went by, come on
'Member them bitches that ain't used to notice me, bet I could nail them now
I let her eat up the dick and her wasn't good, but, damn, her nails was fire
Stay with your missile, if they ever try to come get you, just tap it and shells'll fly
Nobody safe, every nigga gon' reap what he say, you could run, and you still gon' die (come on)
Put a nigga on Fox, when I jump out the car, I'ma hop out swingin' some thick shit
32 shots in the G, know I say it a lot, it's the truth, test it out, you gon' get this
I been steppin' in blood, every day, I'm with thugs, but none of us gone
Fixin' the image, I gave her the tune, now I'm in a room with ice cream colors, I'm big rich
Make a stance in this shit, everybody know Go in the run, they'll never forget this
Mama don't know what I did, why I gotta repent? 'Cause it's souls in the Drac', come and get this
Everybody ain't real, they be hidin' they colors, so I gotta move
I don't know what niggas want me to do, but I ain't finna lose, I was broke, now I finally fixed it
Put a nigga on Fox, when I jump out the car, I'ma hop out swingin' some thick shit
32 shots in the G, know I say it a lot, it's the truth, test it out, you gon' get this
I been steppin' in blood, every day, I'm with thugs, but none of us gone
Fixin' the image, I gave her the tune, now I'm in a room with ice cream colors, I'm big rich
Make a stance in this shit, everybody know Go in the run, they'll never forget this
Mama don't know what I did, why I gotta repent? 'Cause it's souls in the Drac', come and get this
Everybody ain't real, they be hidin' they colors, so I gotta move
I don't know what niggas want me to do, but I ain't finna lose, I was broke, now I finally fixed it
Credits
Writer(s): Yfg Fatso, Christian Derrick Mcdonald, Hfrompartyscrape
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