Final F 25 Lyrics

Yea yea yeeaa yea

Yea yea yeeaa yea

Yea yea yeeaa yea

Yea yea yeeaa yea

Baby wanna rock with me let's go (Let's go)

Yea she pull yea she blowing that snow (That snow)

I don't do blow but I'm smoking on this dro (This dro)

Call me ice man cause I'm bringing in the snow

Niggas be hating

So I tell em don't tempt me

Bad bitch seen me now she wanna get with me

Coming from the H so I call that bitch Whitney

Rocking true religion so I tell em don't exempt me

Stepping right through now I'm feeling like the man

My team do it big man I think we need a van

Niggas out here in a mid-size sedan

She eat her rice and cabbage man I think her name Suzanne

Shoutout to my nigga Kento he be in Japan

Can't wait to see you brother man

In the motherland

Shoutout to Eman

Shoutout to Nate

Shoutout to Gbemi man hope you feeling great

Niggas be conceited like a thriller they can beat it

I'm making hits back to back

Think I'm on repeated

My rapping career man I think it's incompleted

Never gonna stop til my voice is depleted

Go go

(Go go)

I put em onna floor

I write em all out like I'm George R Blow

Tell em off white like it's Virgil Abloh

Sitting front row

Yea you came to the show

Ticktock (Tik)

No time to get lazy

Came in the game now I'm acting real brazy

Rocking all green man where be my daisy

Out here making movies like Martin Scorsese

Moving like big $kARR

Tell me who hate me

Went and got a bad bitch

Feeling like I'm jay Z

She look like Beyoncé but can't be fiancé

I move on my own time that's jus my feng shui

Came up out the rift now I think I'm on a drift

I'm blessed with a passion man I think it be a gift

I tell my niggas don't trip we about to make it

It's up in the script well if not we gon take it

Moving to fast mean you moving to furious

Hit em with a punch line got em delirious

That nigga named $kARR man I got em all curious

I tell em it's okay cause I'm taking it serious

Came from out the whoa like Tony Montana

Nothing into something man I can understand ya

Come through fake shit

I cannot stand ya

Real nigga ten toes tell em all stand up

The Killa ke

I just be pull up with fyne shyt right next to me

Glowing like the high-beam you gon see me

Rolling in the i8 not the i3