Youngwalker F.A.B Lyrics

Got your bitch sucking dick, snort cocaine lines

Popping pills, sipping drink, got the whole team high

My brother fucked a bitch, then you know she ain't mine

No, she ain't mine, no, she ain't mine another body on the news and you know it ain't

Mine 30 rounds in that stick made 30 niggas die

Could you come over my sushi

Got a nigga hella high, nigga hella high, nigga hella high

Look, fuck a bitch, I guess I never had the right bra

Chase a bitch, please, I never chase my alcohol big bank, take bank, you a little dog

Choppers tearing through your body like some sheet walls

You in the house with it, we outside with it tryna take these few thousand by a house with it

More money, more problems to bring the problems, nigga

Broke bitch couldn't even get a dollar, nigga so broke hoes is a no-no

Hopping out the whip with these 40s and these pogos

Shooting up your photo, aiming at your tempo smoking on some shit, that be louder than the C-Note

Counting all these blues like my name was B.B. King

I got purple in my switches like I play for the Kings

I'm a west coast nigga, we finesse anything If it ain't about a dollar, then it ain't about a thing, nigga

Got your bitch sucking dick, snort cocaine lines

Popping pills, sipping drink, got the whole team high

My brother fucked a bitch, then you know she ain't mine

Know she ain't mine, know she ain't mine

Another body on the news, and you know it ain't mine

30 rounds in that stick, made 30 niggas die

50 grand, bought my swish and got a nigga hella high

Nigga hella high, nigga hella high

Tryna count big bands, I'm talking cash shit

Tryna run my bands up, off this rapping shit

If this shit don't go as planned, bitch, we jacking shit

Bust it down on the scale and start trapping shit

DMR on my shirt, fuck your brand, nigga

Gotta get it out the mud, what's the plan, nigga

So I'm surfing through these streets for some bands, nigga

Tryna turn these four quarters to some bands, nigga

Feeling like Mitch, feeling like Mitch

Feeling like Pac, feeling like Mitch

Nerd ass nigga, used to be screech

I stand a nigga quick, like some fucking bleach

Money motivated, tryna touch a few mils

Buying houses out of state without a record deal

Do this shit by my lonely, cause you ain't real

Count money, smoking loud with my pistol still

Got your bitch sucking dick, snort cocaine lines

Popping pills, sipping drink, got the whole team high

My brother fucked a bitch, dude, you know she ain't mine

Know she ain't mine, know she ain't mine

'Nother body on the news, and you know it ain't mine

30 rounds in that stick, made 30 niggas die

Cookie crumbling my shit, she got a nigga hella high

Nigga hella high, nigga hella high