Feel like Jet Li when I kick shit, uh Speaker Knockerz when I mix it up Leave a nigga in the ditch, uh She told me, "Give me your heart, let me fix it," uh I told her, "Never, baby, I can't love..." We missed you, Faygo Oh my God, it's Toonz Something ain't real (Okay), no, I can't chill (Yeah) They say they want the old me back, you know what's the deal 'Cause we got real ties with them shooters on the south side Yeah, them slugs hot, your boyfriend can't take my spot Can't get love if she a thot, play around, we spin the block (Blick) Play around, we on your ass, you lovin' that ho knowin' that won't last Gettin' money, I need it, ayy, give me that kitty, baby, I'm gon' beat it up (Blick) Yeah, my tooly tucked, fuck that shit, baby, I can't trust I be geeking off them drugs, why did I show you love? (Woah) Why did I show you me? You took an F&N and you made me bleed We don't even feel these niggas We just know how to kill these niggas These niggas hate me in my city, yeah OG say I can't even chill with these niggas Play around, I'ma up that blicky, yeah Gunshot, gotta bang, gotta still these niggas And that gas, I'm smoking on sticky, yeah And my new bitch, she picky, yeah Bitch got me feeling iffy I ain't wanna have to do a nigga like Ricky, yeah (Yeah) And the Wock, still had it in me, yeah And I ain't never going nowhere Lil Faygo run infinity, yeah You know I get this bag and show me up Go ahead, pop your shit What make him think he topping shit When 12 can't even stop this shit Whole lotta money, whole lotta blicks (Woah, woah) Feel like Jet Li when I kick shit, uh Speaker Knockerz when I mix it up Leave a nigga in the ditch, uh (Yeah) She told me, "Give me your heart, let me fix it," uh I told her, "Never, baby, I can't love" She said to give me your trust (Yeah) Baby got me going nuts And this ain't love, this is lust (Nah, nah, nah, nah) Something ain't real (Okay), no, I can't chill (Yeah) They say they want the old me back, you know what's the deal 'Cause we got real ties with them shooters on the south side Yeah, them slugs hot, your boyfriend can't take my spot Can't get love if she a thot, play around, we spin the block

(Yeah) I'ma be at the goal right with you (ha) Spot, we can get up with you (nah) Now I tell that ho to shut up, listen (brree) Now she suck my dick like she got lisp Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Hold up, had to make that bag (ha) Hold up, I'm in my bag Had to make a pitstop to that cash (yeah) These niggas playin' with me right now How you runnin' and you comin' in last? Yeah, let that chopper go blast Leave that nigga up in the past (We love you, Tecca) Leave that nigga up in the grass Choppa make 'em dance They like, "You grew up too fast" No, I had to get off my ass Run that pack, like dash Smokin' on good exotic gas (blatt) Glock give the boy a rash Promise you don't wanna clash Big balling, feel like Nash When they hit me, they like, "Yeah" I'ma hit on a ho like, "Yeah" Make her say, "Yeah" (yeah), yeah All-black Mercedez, yeah Lil' bro, you can't be serious (no) These lil' niggas delirious Hop in that whip and then kill a queer I didn't mean to hurt you, tears Yeah, ha-ha-ha Tell that ho, "Bye-bye" Fuck her then kick her out my house (yeah, do that) These fake ass niggas tryna reach out Lil' Faygo had to stop that simpin' and pimp it out (brree-rree) Took the top off (skrrt), I'm sending top back Yes, I see that nigga flexin', tell that nigga stop that (woah, woah) These lil' niggas, they simps 'Cause if I don't get killed by a pussy-ass nigga, it ain't worth the kill She said, "Faygo, you too real" And I'ma be at the goal right with you, yeah I'ma get up with you Have a nigga up that lil' stick with you, yeah Ain't no family, ain't no picture Yeah, knock a nigga out the picture Tell me who the fuck gon' miss you? Nigga, please don't cry, I don't keep tissues (yeah)

Woah, yeah, grr Yeah, woah Yeah (doo-doo-doo) Fah, yeah-yeah-yeah Yeah Yes, that's my name, yeah (woah) Grr, yeah, go! 20, 50, 100, yeah (yeah-yeah) It ain't nothin' to get his scalp pushed back, yeah, back (ayy, fah) I was broke and now I can't go back, yeah-yeah, back, yeah-yeah (woo) Just know somebody got that tool, we never lack (bah), yeah (bah), yeah Know all my niggas shoot, they take you off the map! Don't know my niggas strapped, they came in with the strap (blatt) She see designer on my kick, I blow her back (brrah) Mama hit my phone that day like, "Where you at?" (Where you at?) Had to tell my mama, "Yeah, I got them racks" Had to tell my twin, "Yeah, we got that bag" If it's up, then it's stuck, yeah, like that (grrah) And he know he not livin' like that (grr-ah) And he know, and he know, and he know! And he know (yeah), and he know, and he know (skrrah) Benihana with a bitch from Mexico She get lit, yeah, that hoe like to do coke (mwah) She give head, she give head, she gon' choke (grr-gah) And she like when I grab on her throat Not your speed, lil' bitch too slow (skrrt-skrrt) Got my grip, lil' nigga, can't go (bah-bah) Pop my shit, 'cause my mama ain't raised no hoe 20, 50, 100, yeah (yeah-yeah) It ain't nothin' to get his scalp pushed back, yeah, back (ayy) I was broke and now I can't go back, yeah-yeah, back, yeah-yeah Just know somebody got that tool, we never lack (bah), yeah (bah), yeah Know all my niggas shoot, they take you off the map!

Yeah, go, yeah Yeah-hey-hey-yeah It ain't nothing, yeah 100 round tool, I'm clutching, yeah Baby, I'm cool, don't trust nobody I'm too rude, I'm too damn cocky When Lil Faygo move, they flocking I gotta shoot, I ain't go no option (brree) (We Missed You, Faygo) (Mom, Polacks making beats again) Yeah, go, yeah Yeah-hey-hey-yeah It ain't nothing, yeah 100 round tool, I'm clutching, yeah Baby, I'm cool, don't trust nobody I'm too rude, I'm too damn cocky When Lil Faygo move, they flocking I gotta shoot, I ain't go no option (brree) Up that tool, no, I'm not boxing (skrrt) This right here gon' solve yo' problems I can't play about them commas Okay, rap shit, all that drama Choppa singing like Madonna You gon' take her to McDonald's I'ma be at Benihanas Eating good with all my partners I'ma chop 'em down (yeah, hey) What's yo' fucking number? She gon' let me get her number Boy you broke, well, that's a bummer Take a pic, put it on Tumblr I'm the main event this summer Faygo came in with that thunder Life went on and I got tougher (skrrt) Know some foe wanna put me under (blah) And I can't let 'em do that Choppa make you move back Nigga like, "Boy hey, where your loot at?" (Blah, blah) Baby, I gotta get to the racks And never know that I can't slack (do that) Look at my toolie go blatt (blatt) When I had that new Hellcat And I can't fold like that, yeah No, I can't fall in that trap No, I can't lack Yeah, baby, let's go Let's go Lil' Faygo I need a bankroll (brree) No, I can't fold (skrrt, skrrt, brr) It ain't nothing, yeah Baby, I'm still not loving you You too slick, can't be trusting you I cannot be fussing you Gotta get to busting you Now he chain tucking, yeah (bee) Go-got him ducking, yeah (blatt) Ta-take over your whole camp Taxing like I'm Uncle Sam She gon' do it all on cam Hell yeah, go-go ham! Asked me if I love her And I said, "No ma'am" (Whoa, whoa, whoa)

Don't trust me girl I get it Hate the lifestyle that I'm living I'm just trying to show you something different Up off the drugs let's get lifted Let's get lifted Ever since a kid I've been gifted You gone burn this bridge with that fake shit Life's a movie man we going through the matrix And I know life's a game man You just gotta watch the way you play it You just gotta watch it when you say shit Not gonna let you lie to me hoe you can save it Fuck a check up I aim with the beam hit your neck up I can never care about a hater Faygo bitch he counting up the paper All black on me like I am Darth Vader She want me to come and be her savior Give that girl exactly what she came for I'm just hoping that we don't wake up the neighbors Come to Neverland with me and we can get high I don't need no pixie dust to make you fly Tattoos on my neck do you believe me now Went up on that money she gone come around Don't trust me girl I get it Hate the lifestyle that I'm living I'm just trying to show you something different Don't trust me girl I get it Hate the lifestyle that I'm living I'm just trying to show you something different Up off the drugs let's get lifted Let's get lifted Ever since a kid I've been gifted You gonna burn this bridge with that fake shit Life's a movie Man we going through the matrix And I know life is a game man