82 Lyrics

Fuckin' on ya bitch, she fuck with Fazo, I'm her favorite dude

If you speak on my brother, swear to God, bitch, then I'm bangin' you

Hop out, get the shooting , like the Bulls way back in 82

Baby, fuck with Fazo, I can show you what that paper do

Fuckin' on ya bitch, she fuck with Faze-O, I'm her favorite dude

If you speak on my brother, swear to God, bitch, then I'm bangin' you

Hop out, get the shooting, like the Bulls way back in 82

Baby, fuck with Fazo I can show you what that paper do

I can show you how to run it up, and you can flip your pape

Hop up out the ride, I get the shoe on, like it's Golden State

They can't fuck with Fazo, bitch, I'm somewhere in a different state

Ya bitch is lookin' bad, I might just put her on my dinner plate

How you think you on my level, you can't run it up like me

Seen me and walked past me, how the fuck you say it's up with me?

If you say it's smoke over a bitch, it ain't no fuckin' beef

And if you talk bout me behind my back, then you a fuckin' tweak

Bitch, you is a fuckin' tweak, yeah, you is a fuckin' dummy

One thing you can say about lil' Faz is, bitch, I stay with money

Never been a fuckin' bitch, they never gon' take it from me

The ones I call my brothers be the main ones that be hatin' on me

If you got a problem with me, you don't gotta fake it to me

You can hit my phone or hit my line or you can take it to me

Got this bitch, she throwin' ass, I told her, fuckin' shake it for me

When I don't feel like makin' moves, I tell my bitch, just make it for me

Told the, bitch, just make a move like Wembanyama, In the paint

Shootin' shit like Kobe, think that I should wear the number eight

Told that bitch, I'm on my way, but I say I'll be runnin' late

See lil' bro, i get to robbin' shit, I feel like fuckin' Nate

I can never trust a bitch, cause yeah, you know they ain't shit

Bitches always lie up in your face and say the same shit

Told her, hit the jet fuel, hop up on the spaceship

Lil' bitch the, neck good, and the bitch can take dick

Yeah, he thought he had the ups on faz, but that shit over for

Hop out on his ass, I get that bangin' like I'm Okafor

Yeah, it was a easy body, walked into the open door

And if you need some Za, then come and shop, cause this a open store

Run down like a cheetah, they might think that I was Tyreek Hill

Sat up on the couch and turned the news on, I confirmed the kill

Punched him in his fuckin' face, yeah, I'm screamin', fuck

How, I beat your ass and you ain't never up your gun still

And I got your fuckin' lo, bitch, you better slide bout it

And he think he fuckin' low, I took his bitch, he cried bout it

Typin' on the net, bitch, you ain't never slid like one time

Pull up and I'm shootin', yeah, this shit connect like Wi-Fi

Shit connect like Wi-Fi, swear to God, you better watch your back

And I got this bitch up on me right now, I can never let

Add some money to the bank, then I'm just gon' let it stack

Rand down gave me 34, they thought that I was fuckin' Shaq

Fuckin' on your bitch, she fuck with Fazo, I'm her favorite dude

If you speak on my brother, swear to God, bitch, then I'm bangin' you

Hop up, get the shooting like the bulls way back in 82

Baby, fuck with Fazo, I can show you what that paper do