FNGSM Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
Bitch geeked off a half p play she ain't never seen no real pape
Perky bottle say don't mix it with the liquor but I feel safe
That fake ass wokhardt bottle that ain't real drank
Know some niggas that could never make a band and they still can't
Tell a fuck nigga get some motion
I got used to the money I get racks and don't post it
I was wondering why that shit wasn't hitting it's the wrong bin
Bitch you vic high you ain't perk high that's the wrong ten
I ain't never wanna hoop I looked up to the dope man
If you fucked up I'll get you on your feet I'm the bow man
Threw Micah a bow he fucked it up chasing hoes damn
How the fuck it's been a whole year and you still owe bands
Out here looking for a dad you a grown man
I don't owe a nigga shit I'm my own man
Guess a nigga couldn't get the bag it's okay lil' poor ass nigga
These phones scan
Bout to make love to a pint of Trish play a slow jam
All trap money off dior I wear my own brand
Niggas getting pistol whipped bout a spank of bud you a whole ham
Couldn't be me bitch I'm riding around fully and it won't jam
Shit at this point get a application
How you ain't have the hammer on you thought your ass was maintenance
I would of pulled up got the clapping at that nigga like congratulations
Kept spinning til his shit boarded up and the trap look vacant
But I'm getting off topic I ain't have to say it
I could tear the drink off the look I ain't have to taste it
Fit crazy how I get the fear of God to match the Maisons
Dior shoes off Savage kicks match the fragrance
G g hold the FN looking like I'm playing scrabble
Have a opp bitch freak em then we smoke him like tobacco
Twin busting scripts again now I got the lean back like fat joe
Bitch I slap bows what the fuck you in the trap for
Three iPhones they all cracked though
But they all got service and they slap hoe
And I heard them young rap niggas tryna back door
Burn his alive corner can't tell what he had on
Nigga when these niggas get in the booth they put a cap on
It be all off the top bout my life so I don't rap long
Nigga ayy
And my mama and my baby mama call me on my trap phone
Bitch geeked off a half p play she ain't never seen no real pape
Perky bottle say don't mix it with the liquor but I feel safe
That fake ass wokhardt bottle that ain't real drank
Know some niggas that could never make a band and they still can't
Tell a fuck nigga get some motion
Spent me and tray profit on a bitch and she hoeing
You a hobosexual but you think I ain't notice
Scared to argue with a bitch cause you don't wanna be homeless
Me and Trey pop it on a bitch and she ho
He a homosexual, but he think I ain't notice
Scared to argue with that bitch, she don't wanna be homeless
Nigga and that pape you owe me
Nigga you can keep that shit nigga
I'm more disappointed in the nigga that I ain't mad
You feel me You fumble the bag it happen
But you never bounce back and then you just on some ho ass shit