Diff Wave Pt. 2 - Kappo Faygo

For your love Oh Yo, what up? It's your boy, DJ Fizzum Fade Welcome back to the Hit House Quiet storm hour (when I told you all those lies, huh?) Ladies, if your man ain't treatin' you right (I was a fool) Or if your man ain't loving you right (I was a big fool) Hit up my line (But you gotta believe me when I say I'm good) 727-505-4891 (Everyday has a good sum of excuses) I'm only here to help, I ain't here to hurt (And the game boy, every day) for sure (For your love, I will do anything)

Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling Drawing, hauling, and buckraking Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking Spreading piping and double clutching Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging Raring, tearing, losing, winning O hit the diff and pray That she goes all the way When I'm flat to the mat With the party hats I'm heading for the tea They thought that we where quitting Well when the sun went down With a flame from the pipe We drove all night Till the fuel it ran out O give me a yoke With plenty of poke And a can of easy start And 1500 acres Hauling 40 ton of grass I said goodbye before July To the woman in an awful rush And it was near Christmas Before I got back in touch I found a sate But it had no brakes Couldn't keep it cool With loads of power I was behind an hour So I give the pump a screw Out all night With no lights Only seeing stars And the gloom from the moon And the diesel light in the dash Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling Drawing, hauling, and buckraking Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking Spreading piping and double clutching Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging Raring, tearing, losing, winning O hit the diff and pray That she goes all the way When I'm flat to the mat With the party hats I'm heading for the tea Well they thought that we where quitting Well when the sun went down With a flame from the pipe We drove all night Till the fuel it ran out Overload on the downhill road Slapping through the gears Sending snap chats Of what I'm at To every one on the beer Hit the dual to low And I started to roll All wheels in the air It was my chance To grease the nipples I never knew was there Need some sleep And new teeth For digging and Dozing in muck In case it rains Need an owl chain Lying in the truck Climbing, liming Mixing, piping After the field is cut There's many's a gap You won't get at Without 6,000 foot Mowing, lifting, sowing, baling Drawing, hauling, and buckraking Backing, stacking, ploughing, crashing Tipping, wrapping, and tail doors flapping Sucking diesel, cutting, trucking Spreading piping and double clutching Spinning, sliding, digging, rigging Raring, tearing, losing, winning O hit the diff and pray That she goes all the way When I'm flat to the mat With the party hats I'm heading for the tea Well they thought that we where quitting Well when the sun went down With a flame from the pipe We drove all night Till the fuel it ran out O hit the diff and pray That she goes all the way When I'm flat to the mat With the party hats I'm heading for the tea They thought that we where quitting Cuz the summer doesn't last But we're heading to New Zealand Where the craic it only starts

One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big-ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo One false move, and we straight to the shooting shit Two small bands just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands, I'm thumbin' shit One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big-ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo One false move, and we straight to the shooting shit Two small bands just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands, I'm thumbin' shit I'm with my boys, yeah, we some rockstars And I'm turnt up, yeah, 'cause we living large This not my dick, lil' bitch, my Glock hard Straight to the cash, I'm a punk star Straight to the bag, I'm that boy, huh Got me some gas, rollin' up some Cash, yeah, I got me some I ain't fucked since yesterday I'ma fuck some One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big-ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo One false move, and we straight to the shooting shit Two small bands just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands, I'm thumbin' shit Three-O clip in my Nina On my toes, Gucci, Valentino She on go, your bitch for the team, uh 'Cause you know your bitch want a winner I just went back to my city And you know they all fuckin' with me But it ain't safe, poles with me I'ma chase bands 'til they end me One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big-ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo One false move, and we straight to the shooting shit Two small bands just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands, I'm thumbin' shit One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big-ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo One false move, and we straight to the shooting shit Two small bands just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands, I'm thumbin' shit One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big-ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo One false move, and we straight to the shooting shit Two small bands just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands, I'm thumbin' shit One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big-ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go Poured up a four now that's blueberry Faygo One false move, and we straight to the shooting shit

One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo One false move and we straight to shootin' shit Two small bands just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands Oh baby, I got this whip parked right outside I got to ask you babe, "are you gon' slide tonight?" I'm down to ride away (Ride away) Just tell me if you'll stay (If you'll stay) I'll smoke and pour my drink With your body on me all day Aw yeah, you know I got One bad bitch and she do what I say so Two big 40's and a big ass Draco Three more millions when you ask how my day go (G-get down baby) Poured up a four, now that's blueberry Faygo One false move (woah) and we straight to shootin' shit Two small bands just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands Roll and smoking weed on a beach, catch a tan Anything you need, baby, holla at your man Your curvy ass shape got me fuckin' up my plans Look how sexy we are, I'm your sweetheart God damn honey, I'm your only fan You do what you want shorty, they do what they can On top of your body kissing you and locking hands 'Bout to touch down, girl it's on when I land Russell got One bad bitch and she do what I say so (do what I say so) Two big 40's and a big ass Draco (big ass Draco) Three more millions when you ask how my day go (Blueberry faygo, ooh) Poured up a four, now that's blueberry faygo One false move and we straight to shootin' shit Two small bands (woah-oh) just to take you out real quick Three more hoes, (woah-oh) pull up, I'm fucking shit That's how it go, big bands