Faygo Lyrics

I just poured a four up in the faygo

Woke up the next day like where the day go

Paper cups and blunts all on the table

And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes

I just poured an eight up in the Fanta

Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta

They be ringing me don't get no answer

Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up

Cup in my lap quarterback

She threw it back recorded that

Pour up a four need more than that

Don't come to my city no touring that

Don't give me no key cause I'm flooring that

Give me no eagle I'm soaring that

I don't want the pussy I'm good on that

If I hit it one time then you boring after

Curly be leaning before and after

Plug on that act he not an actor

She call me blessed I'm not a Pastor

My bitch on the phone and she hear the laughter

Why is you trippin'

Limping round like I'm pimping

H-town with the dentures

Kick the door than we blitz em ma

Your back can get blown

Put your hands on your toes

Get your hand out the bowl

Bitch you bad and you know

Got cash and you know

Get a bag when I show

Don't come to my home leave his cap at the door

You cant really fuck with the team alright

Mix faygo with the lean not sprite

Cup number three cant see like mice

I just say cheese and she drip like ice

I just poured a four up in the faygo

Woke up the next day like where the day go

Paper cups and blunts all on the table

And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes

I just poured an eight up in the Fanta

Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta

They be ringing me don't get no answer

Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up

I like it froze like icee

Head to my toes she like me

I like them bold and feisty

Cursing me out then fight me

I took your hoe it's likely

We can not text just write me

Just want the sex no wifing

On to the next I'm slicing

Rocking Raf Simmons like Nikes

Squeeze on that lemon like ice tea

She eat it all just like ice cream

She throw it back I'm like crikey

I don't like sober no fun in that

You think it's over another cap

She call me cobra coming back

I call her soldier never slack

You know wassup cut

Tap on the butt hut

Just wanna fuck nut

Licking me up yuck

Sip out the cup stuck

I just see green buck

Fuck do you mean what

I got that thing tucked

You cant really fuck with the team alright

Mix faygo with the lean not sprite

Cup number three cant see like mice

I just say please and she drip like ice

I just poured a four up in the faygo

Woke up the next day like where the day go

Paper cups and blunts all on the table

And I just turned my Gucci into play clothes

I just poured an eight up in the fanta

Met me a new bitch while in Atlanta

They be ringing me don't get no answer

Don't you know I'm trying run these bands up