Fasho. Lyrics

I get a bag fasho

Imma run with a hunnid or more

And that Louis V dripping in gold

Fighting demons they can't take my soul

I was lost til Yahweh brought me back

Like a blitz I done ran up a sack

My own ways, yea I had to turn back

Not for me but I'll run up them racks

(Run up them racks)

Running

Running

Running, running, running

I feel like I'm in cross country

Watch who I keep wit

No slit wrist company

Thought it was over that day I got lucky

The beat

Wrapped it

Dead, mummy

Hmm hmmm hmmm

We be humming

Da da ta da ta da da

We drumming

We pulling strings

Making noise we be strumming

Stayin' a thousand

While keeping a hunnid

Hungry for God like I got me the munchies

I walk on solid ground I don't get muddy

Yahweh I walk wit like grade school buddies

Benjamin that's being Frank

Veteran status I'm climbing the ranks

And this gold on my chest like I'm climbing ranks

Holding my spot like we working on planks

I ain't walking the plank

Imma walk onnat water

My eyes fixed on God like I got a disorder

Speak facts on the mic should call me a reporter

Took a break like the end of a quarter

I took a rest like if sleeping was shorter

Sharp edges

Ain't cutting no corners

Green on the jet ima giant, New Yorker

I'm out here running the game you a former

I get a bag fasho

Imma run wit a hunnid or more

And that Louis V dripping in gold

Fighting demons they can't take my soul

I was lost til Yahweh brought me back

Like a blitz I done ran up a sack

My own ways, yea I had to turn back

Not for me but I'll run up them racks

(Run up them racks)

Louder

Louder

Louder, louder, louder

Cuz I'm trynna hear how this beat go

In this lane by myself like a technical free throw

We got the gadgets on go go

The beat jumping go go

Cropping him out if he can't see the photo

That's the bigger picture

Can't speak on your name cuz that's promo

No go

Light of the world like a fixture

I got the bag in the trunk singing ho ho ho

Neck ccc-cold cold cold

Life is a dream like row row row

This here is custom

No logo

Soul on go

They hear my voice like quote unquote

Don't show out and tell yea we show out and show

Big boss status like CEO

Just call me the 'Cho

Y'all just "Me Me and Me"

Like y'all finding your pitch

I been working on cussing

I know it's a sin

I been working on cockiness pride ina ditch

Was a dog he done turned on me

Bronem went switched

Need a hunnid 2 hunnid like work on sprints

Had to work on connection like I work at sprint

I been breaking the status forget bouta bend

And I need me a bag in the Burbs wit my Kin

I get a bag fasho

Imma run wit a hunnid or more

And that Louis V dripping in gold

Fighting demons they can't take my soul

I was lost til Yahweh brought me back

Like a blitz I done ran up a sack

My own ways, yea I had to turn back

Not for me but I'll run up them racks