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Yung Fazo, tana
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She say I'm too cool, I'm too fly, look at my swag (Swag)
I got too much cash, walking in the Saks, I pop tags now (Tags, yeah)
Look at my fit, look at my drip, look at my swag (Swag)
'Member I was broke, yeah, I had to go get this- (Get this)
She say I'm too cool, I'm too fly, look at my swag (Taylor)
I got too much cash, walking the Saks, I pop tags now (Yeah)
Look at my fit, look at my drip, look at my swag now
'Member I was broke, yeah, I had to get this bags now
Did this shit myself, I ain't never gon' take no handouts
Tell her buss it down, yeah, on some real shit (Yeah)
I'm tryna feel shit, you know my brothers kill shit (Yeah)
On some drill shit, she gon' pull up, and get dick
Suicidal, she gon' slit wrist (Slit wrist, yeah)
See me and she asked if I missed this (If I missed this, yeah)
Early I have for this doubled up, what did just lift this (Lift this)
I just be going too fast, the whip is just stick shift (Yeah)
Tell her that I really love her, I don't mean it
All of this ice on my neck, the brand new Patek
Yeah it got me seasick
Mama told me not to flex, but I learned to flex
It feel like I'm dreamin' (Flex, flex)
Had to go run up a check and she double back
'Cause she want the semen (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm finna bust on her back, and pull on her tracks
That lil' ho screamin'
These bum broke niggas mad, 'cause we countin' cash
Niggas think we beefin' (Yeah)
Glockie in my lap, if you want the smoke
You can catch a beatin' (Mmh)
And I got a 14 of that gas, so now I'm chiefin' (Mmh)
I sleep with that gat, in case they run in while I'm sleepin'
And the choppa, bullet goin' blatt
When I'm at yo trap, bitch, watch how I sneak in (Yeah)
Pick your bitch up in the Rover, she rockin' the robe
And now we sleepin'
I could tell from the start that, that ho was on go
I gave her the blunt, she was chiefin'
Woah, oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah)
Bitch, I'ma motherfuckin' rockstar
Pop out with that guitar, niggas think I'ma popstar
Try to run, he won't get far, yeah
She say I'm too cool, I'm too fly, look at my swag now
I got too much cash, walking the Saks, I pop tags now (Yeah)
Look at my fit, look at my drip, look at my swag now
'Member I was broke, yeah, I had to get this bags now
Did this shit myself, I ain't never gon' take no handouts
Tell her buss it down, yeah, on some real shit (Yeah)
I'm tryna feel shit (Yeah), you know my brothers kill shit (Yeah)
On some drill shit, she gon' pull up, and get dick
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