Fasho ft. Baby J Lyrics

She let me in when I want fasho

I fed the streets and I fed the poor

Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow

I feel like Roddy I'm down below

Don't play the victim you asked to go

Can't never put nothing past a hoe

My nigga went broke and he masked the store

Ran through a ticket and I'm running up digits

I'll make sure that the pussy gone feel it

Hop in the Cat, and I start it and peel it

If I got a son I'm a wait to reveal it

Plug in the vacuum and bag it and seal it

I do not carry a carry concealment

But always believe me I'm packing a steal

And if you get too close I'm making you feel it

I got some ice and did that on my own

I smell like pussy and Gucci cologne

Two in the morning you call on my phone

You out for the season you injury prone

I'm off the liquor just leave me alone

The prison took Gucci and made him a clone

They put that boy up in the sky with a drone

The hoodie is polo the shirt is v-lone

She let me in when I want fasho

I fed the streets and I fed the poor

Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow

I feel like Roddy I'm down below

Don't play the victim you asked to go

Can't never put nothing past a hoe

My nigga went broke and he masked the store

My nigga went broke but he ran up a check

He too official he carry a tech

If there's an issue he bury you dead

Cause he be like Drizzy he very upset

My shooters will do anything for the team

Like Steph and Klay when they balling from three

You niggas you wish you was balling like me

Cause money and talking is calling on me

Yo hoe let me in when I want fasho

She singing my song when it play in the a party

She even know that I am the GOAT

Can not box me in cause I am not Roddy

See with my third eye like it's a Illuminati

Only thing I really see is yo bitch is a thottie

She let me in when I want fasho

I fed the streets and I fed the poor

Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow

I feel like Roddy I'm down below

Don't play the victim you asked to go

Can't never put nothing past a hoe

My nigga went broke and he masked the store

I'm way too hard to treat me like a lame

I come from the bottom you wont feel my pain

You know you ain't crazy you just scared of change

That's none of my business I'll stay in my lane

We met at the club now we back at the pad

I ain't call you back I get that from my dad

My ma used to say my behavior was bad, If only she knew I was really just sad

My heart miss Alisa I'm tryna relax

I just wanna redo the times that we had

You would take me home I ain't wanna go back

I show up with my Sunday clothes in a bag

Or was it gelato? my memory bad

But anyway I tend to live in the past

I'm going right past, I'm going too fast

My foot on the gas, my foot on the gas

She let me in when I want fasho

I fed the streets and I fed the poor

Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow

I feel like Roddy I'm down below

Don't play the victim you asked to go

Can't never put nothing past a hoe

My nigga went broke and he masked the store