Fabo ft. Slimesito Lyrics

It's not over, yeah, ay

Yeah, still in love with the peso, She on my line, she gon' do

What I say so, geeked up, shawty, I be feelin' like Fabo, like Fabo, Yeah

I'm still in love with the racks, You not having motion, nigga, Quit all the cap, when I go get the Money I don't never look back, Yeah, I'm still in love with the check, like, too fast, I don't

Wanna regret, and I can't love the Hoes, but the money, I'm pressed, Racks

Yeah, still in love with the peso, She on my line, she gon' do what I say so, geeked up, shawty

I be feelin' like Fabo, like Fabo

Yeah, top back, but it's wintertime Defeat never been a friend of Mine

I jump in the grind like it's Dinnertime

These niggass gon' hate, but a Winner, I'm

And I'm always on top like the Intercom

And the paper be comin' like Printer on

I remember them days gettin' Shitted on

I remember gettin' hoes that I Didn't want

Now I'm pickin' and choosin' a Different one

I was faced with the truth and I Didn't run

I was feelin' like Craig when he Get a gun

Yeah, you win and you lose some

When I go get the cake, I'ma do Some, and I shine through the Dark like two suns

Yeah, this type of energy, you Can't fake, and I go get the racks, No, I can't wait

And I came from the mud, so I Can't hate

Yeah, grizzy, I'm focused, drip When I walk so I know that they Notice

Addicted to money, I gotta have Motion

Yeah, still in love with the peso, She on my line, she gon' do what I Say, so, geeked up, shorty, I be

Feelin' like Fabo, like, yeah, I'm Still in love with the racks, you Not having motion nigga, quit all The cap

When I go get the money, I don't Never look back

Yeah, I'm still in love with the Check, life too fast, I don't wanna Regret, and I can't love the hoes, But the money, I'm pressed

Yeah, still in love with the peso, She on my line, she

Gon' do what I say, so, geeked up, Shorty, I be feelin' like Fabo, like

I was counting that plata need it In my life

You know I stay busy know I'm Catching flights

That nigga got robbed now he Lost his ice

I'm chasing that plata know this Shit for life

I'm fucking your baby momma And I'm fucking your wife

My pistol all black but my phone All white

Ain't trusting no bitch cause I Know they shiesty

I'm toting that chopper when I Slide you already know I don't Stop at no red lights

He talking too much he a fed type

My shooters they stay on that Green light

I'm rocking these diamonds on Me and they busting you know They gone fight in the night time

Everyday ducking them blue Lights

All of my chopper got green Sights

I'm toting that stick, so, I'm not Tryna fight

I'm fuckin' your bitch, she get one Night

She callin' my phone, yeah, she Too hype, ayy, I stay in all red like I'm Suge Knight

All my diamonds yea they hitting Precise

Snake eyes, like I'm rollin' some Dice

I'm fucked up, so, I'm missin' my Flight

I got good work, and you know It's not white

I'm double R so, you know I Move real right