FKA yogi ft. Wespullmantony Lyrics

Cuz hit me up, say he bout to spin on me

Shorty got her taxes say she tryna spend on me

Keep it lowkey, case the boys spin on me

In the school zone and that 40 still on me

Through the grapevine, heard they wanna kill homie

Niggas owe key, baby boy, lil Jody

Heard he got that work, we aint shopping bags too lean

Band had the plug, ratchet work up under the seat

These niggas pussy, take him for a swim and a treat

Tell him if he play, then he fucked, one in the stink

Then he fucked one in the stink, niggas do not think

If I light this Pakistan, shit might cause a avalanche

You hope we forget about that shit you dropped

Like baggar vance

Told my mama I came up with killers off of happenstance

Still I turned out Gucci, call me Dapper Dan

Geechi like they double G'd me with the matching pants

Only difference is, my entire fit came from the secondhand

Witnesses say that I'm the man, really I'm the goat

Smoking dope like a rack of lamb

I'm just tryna cope, tryna float

Don't know where I am

I don't feel no fans that make demands

Unless you at the shows

And if so then I'll pay you back

Everything I owe, as soon as I can

Take this IOU, I wrote it on the scroll

Goddamn.