Dont FWY! Lyrics

Got a phone pop 'bout to serve

In some fast shit 'bout to swerve

Why my drank potna on that syrup

Yeah, racks in my hand, on my mind

I can't take em off my lap

I got hundreds, I got money

Coming all up out the trap

I got pigeons, I got birds

Coming all up out the coop

If you don't fuck with money

Then I don't fuck with you

You, shoot, shoot, shoot out the roof

Yeah, bitch go kaboom

Yeah, get sweeped like a broom

Yeah, this shit go vroom

All of your niggas in tombs

All of your niggas in tombs

All of my hoes in the room

Come on, scoop

She want me to scoop

She want me to party with her friends all on the roof

She want me to tell her she the shit, yeah she the poo

She want me to get low with her, that's coming true

True, true, and I'm sending the troops

I don't lie, I tell truth

You can see all the proof

You can see all the huh

I can see in your face right now

It don't matter to you

But you mad at who

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

I'm in a spaceship like a astronaut

Gettin' so high

I'm in a Jag coupe finna pass out 'cause this bitch so fine

Racks in my hand, on my mind

I can't take em off my lap

I got hundreds, I got money

Coming all up out the trap

I got pigeons, I got birds

Coming all up out the coop

If you don't fuck with money

Then I don't fuck with you

You, shoot, shoot, shoot out the roof

Yeah, bitch go kaboom

Yeah, get sweeped like a broom

Yeah, this shit go vroom

All of your niggas in tombs

All of your niggas in tombs

All of my hoes in the room

Got a phone pop 'bout to serve

In some fast shit 'bout to swerve

And my BM got some nerve

Man, that dumb hoe get curved

Why my drank potna on that syrup

Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm

Come on