FAFA Lyrics

Get us a love then you know that we coming Last nigga played with gang, got fat

I don't even know why his ass tryna run When his ass down, gon' leave him in his tracks

Don't go back and forth on the net with no racks Catch his eye, put him in the pack

Fucked up a deal, don't even like to rap Took one of mine, so I'm getting three back

Oh, it's a promise, I'm on his ass Thought it was sweet till he seen that flash

Grab my gun, go have me a blast Can't get him, gon' fap his back

Twin on the right, ayy, push him left He gon' see me before he see death

Speak on gang, then you know we gon' step 30 in my book, boy, I shoot like six

Ayy, Fremont hood, nigga, fuck the rest Can't say shit about me, you know I step

Got me a low, oh, it's a bet Hit his neck, his head or his chest

Throw him a bag, my dog gon' fetch Don't act right, then your ass getting left

Feel me involved, then a bitch get stretched Fat lil' homie, lil' nigga, who next

Spend on my own, don't need niggas around Think it's shit sweet till he in the ground

Think I'm high and ball him around Stick his ass up, lay him down

Creepin' up on him, don't make a sound Come in my hood, get put out of bounds

Don't jump in this water, your ass gon' drown Hit in his house, I'm sendin' some rounds

Fuck your hood, nigga, Fremont hood, nigga

I'm killin' everybody that play with bro, I'm PPK for real

Get right or get left, nigga, gang shit, YSM

Can't do the switch, I'm shootin' like clay If his ass tweaked, I'm pappin' his face

Roll up a opp, I'm chiefin' with Blake Don't like the way I get him today

I'm tryna beef, you niggas is gay I'm takin' his life for what he say

He gon' die, he like a dick Subtract from who, don't send no bitch

Look in my eye, I kill real shit I can't get him, don't send my pick

Box my Glock, don't use no fist Hangin' with sharks, don't be no fish

Don't let my coochie get you a grip Fappin' lil' shit, he off that list

Give me a load and I'm leavin' my bitch I'm breakin' my gun, don't think on my dick

We gon' fap him, yeah, real shit Rip my bro, they left me sick

Don't come around mine, cause we real slime Talk bro, sit back, this one mine

Gun his ass down, shoot through his phone Play that shit back like it was a Vaughn

Catch him, I'm fappin, he catchin' these nines I'm fappin' my opps, I don't want a sign

I'm comin' out the bushes, I'm hittin' his eye Boy, it's a promise, his ass gon' die

Nigga, rip the top out