
Where My Fye? Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Get em popped em im on that block with some real killers
Nicknamed the FN Sargent cause it drill niggas
You niggas never caught a body, you ain't never killed no nigga
You ain't never stand over a opp, ain't never pull no trigger
Trigger finger itchin' all week, it's tryna whack a nigga
Baby girl said that I'm better than her other nigga
Block hot, I can't even slide, they might catch a nigga
If he try to run, them bullets get him cause they faster nigga
On your block, I been sellin' hard to the white people
Big 4-5 got hands, it can fight people
Put her on the blade, she makin' pape cause her throat lethal
When I got my Glock, they comin' twos, it's a whole sequel
You the type of nigga get mad cause we not equal
4-5 came with a scope and a desert eagle
Told that bitch I gotta make a bag, then I'm finna meet you
Told baby girl close her legs, I cannot eat you
Run down on him and lift his hat cause that nigga lacking
Make a move when I'm on that stage, I feel like Michael Jackson
4-5 like a bad kid, it's finna cause some havoc
Told that nigga stop playin' with me, now his head is flattened
Hit his chest and made him fold, I told him stand up
Glock gotta switch, hit any opp nigga that's runnin' up
Pour another four in the crib, I'm gettin' high as fuck
Send a opp nigga to the sky, now he fly as fuck
Net talking, Twitter typing, tell them niggas stop that shit
Catch him offline from that app, I'm finna pop that bitch
I can't even fuck with that hoe, she a popped ass bitch
So many bags in the crib, can't even count this shit
New money counter in the crib, I just jammed that bitch
4-5 got a long reach, I space jammed the blick
On the road, had to take your hoe, I just stuffed your bitch
Made another bag and put it up, you never did that shit
She asked me what my name, Rixhrell, cause I'm rich as shit
She said, what we gon' do for fun, I told her suck my dick
She like, why your bean got a gun, that's some crazy shit
Told that bitch a crazy story on my King Von shit
Told that bitch stop playin', come and suck dick
Only paper matter, OPM, that's the slogan, bitch
Nickname the chop Hulk Hogan cause it slam shit
Had to cut the lil' bitch off cause she cam shit
I just ran down on the opp, but the Glock jam
Fuck around and beat him with my hand cause the Glock jam
Bitch, I'm getting mean for that green, like some eggs and ham
On the block, I been taxing niggas like I'm Uncle Sam
Fuck around and stand over a nigga like a posterize
Baby girl freaky as the fuck, she got polka eyes
Y'all niggas broke as the fuck, you was not that guy
4-5 came with a hand, it can tell you bye
Baby girl can eat the dick up, but she so shy
Switch hit his block, make that nigga die
You can't get a bag in this bitch, so you can't survive
Jumped off the porch with the gang, I'm like, where my fye?