FASHO Lyrics

I'm not the type she go for, but she on go fasho

Scoop her, take her to shit she never said she did before

'Tis the season if you reach the blick kiss like mistletoe

I got green, p's, docs, what you looking for

Shit, who would've thought?

I guess it's me these niggas can't even fathom my new cost

Recline the seat she hate the speed but love the way I talk

My Prada bae, she naked down the hallway I'm inside devil walls)

Keep it g and keep the g I learned that from my pop

Bro got felonies still keep a drill but not dewalt

Niggas hear me, try to copy, call em walkie talks

I pop my shit the way I do cause I walk what I talk

I like five% so much I might just tint the spot

Peeling out, left so much damn smoke look like I'm clearing crowds

The bottom of this bitch hold 50 I could clear a crowd

The bottom line you can't fuck w me just retire now

I walk in take a shirt off hanger cash out paper

You walk in take some shit off hanger, return it later

I don't do no favors, hate me but she still my favorite

We rekindle later, bet that night she getting naked

Niggas pump faking the mix he don't even know the juice

Fuck a coupe snatch a presidential just like I'm throwing a coup

Said I do, money rained on me these sad blues

Bitch from Saks still hit my phone think she play Jazz too

Left step I crossed him right he made a bad move

I can make a bag move, you bad small act like bad movie

Bro think the shh gone fix the problem so he keep a tool

Get some money in yo life that shit might switch mood

I got hella green saved I feel Kiki

She text me need that, thought before said she ain't need me

Fight the relapse, I'm too strong them drugs don't need me

She said something different bout me that's why she linked me

I know

I'm not the type she go for but she on go fasho

Scoop her, take her to shit she never said she did before

'Tis the season if you reach the blick kiss you like mistletoe

I got green, p's, docs, what you looking for, nigga