FSSH

They just post on the TL I swear down man these niggas are fake No real talk just bare bbl I Stay blessed even when im in Zs I swear down man i barely see Ls He can never be talking bout me Hed hold his tongue If he knew what his chick Sells She sells pussy Not once but honestly 4 This verse gown blow a C4 Shes leng and so is her best friend And her best friend But i think i need more They aint never let me in But fuck it Trust me Im kicking the door Put me anywhere on Gods green earth Man fuck it trust me il double the score Shoe size is 5x3 He tripped everytime we thought that he gone clear Tell that pussy to abide by me Bros still stuffing the cash in his moncler His first re was supplied by me Stuck in this shit aint no pride in me Changing my ways, make money push p Reside sky by G Who said that nigga aint lit I came in the scene Made world start burning Heard that i got a small dick She came here to see Said her tummy still hurting You niggas aint catching up 5 laps in Tell them close up the curtains She knows by the vibe im him She fuck with my aura in person Fssh, Fssh, Fssh That pussy make me go Fssh, Fssh, Fssh You niggas aint see no Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Im in the back with zino Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Still counting up blue notes Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Aii get that nigga Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Where the fuck he from Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Aii get that nigga Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Where the fuck he from Ive been on my Js for a very long time When i needed a hand it was only for crime I realised i couldnt trust nobody So i Sat in the crib And i learnt how to rhyme Spent 2 hrs just building myself Now me n my niggas ain't spending a dime Need a bitch to tell me im fine Im still a young nigga whos still on his grind Im still a young nigga thats still on his come up Pussy niggas better shut up Middle finger up to you neeks Man this industrys filled with nothing but fuckers Cane as a shock to these niggas Man tell my PR i need a G shocker Man you niggas aint stepping to me When you speaking to me Man you better speak proper Just Like hannah she loving the ski I had 3 gyal in a bruk down honda Cleaning me up way before i had p Fighting for food way before i had beef Was All on my own way before i had Gs Just me and my dome and the cali Pack weed Now everyone knows whos running shit, we Ce la vie Ce la vie Ce la vie My flows unmatched Im Telling my fans if i dont blow soon then ride for me Hand on my body I aint gotta ask see my bro hell Slide for me Waist so thin and that ass so fat yo bae please Wine for me And after we fucked By the look in eyes shed Die for me Fssh, Fssh, Fssh That pussy make me go Fssh, Fssh, Fssh You niggas aint see no Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Im in the back with zino Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Still counting up blue notes Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Aii get that nigga Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Where the fuck he from Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Aii get that nigga Fssh, Fssh, Fssh Where the fuck he from