Fa Fa ft. Drawol & ImDeezy Lyrics

Silenced the stick so it go fa fa fa fa

Run in your crib we shoot at your Brotha tha Tha tha

Runnin' this shit don't do drama ma ma ma

Silenced the stick bitch it go fa fa fa fa

Fa Fa Fa Fa

Got them tools from the street sticks and them hammers

All about the action my homies got them blammers

Put you on the screen catching you on cameras

Raised from the streets they ain't got no Manners

We hit you early in morning, fog and bandanas

They leave you opened up, like some flannels

Leaving yall on ice splitting your banana

It's Sundae shooting they just wearing sandals

My homie named his 9 Nina you can't Understand her

They don't come to fix shit they causing Damage

We brought the chopsticks like we eating Panda

They goin' nuts in the game, like the planters

All these 30 round clips extra grip for handle

Coming for a head shot to decorate the mantle

Made a wish to blow the flame up off your Candle

Calling Benny Rich my youngin is a vandal

Silenced the stick so it go fa fa fa fa

Run in your crib we shoot at your Brotha tha Tha tha

Runnin' this shit don't do drama ma ma ma

Silenced the stick bitch it go fa fa fa fa

Fa Fa Fa Fa

Get him while he leaving court

Chop him up like he some pork

Park the boat right at the port

Leave his body by the shore

They want smoke I want some more

At your crib bust down your door

So get the fuck down to the floor

You can fuck around and get torn

I might fuck around cop a foreign

I might fuck around get to pouring

This shit don't need keys to start

I'm so geeked you'd think I'm smart

Need a blunt bitch I'm fiending hard

We been scheming we swiping cards

Me and drawol been going fucking awol

Silenced the stick so it go fa fa fa fa

Run in your crib we shoot at your Brotha tha Tha tha

Runnin' this shit don't do drama ma ma ma

Silenced the stick bitch it go fa fa fa fa

Fa Fa Fa Fa

40' with the muzzle if it touch you it go fa fa fa

I'm Jason Voorhes with the 40 it go cha cha cha

What's yo religion if you snitching you'll meet Allah

I'm a magician when I'm pitching it go Ta da

Some say I'm the shooter others just say I'm The engineer

I'll pull out this Ruger it'll light you up like Chandeliers

Sitting at computers I'm the future of this Damn career

You say you got a track for me to smack well Go on hand it here

Say they got a hit up on me

You betta watch Ya mouth

These bullets you can get 'em for free

When They come on the house

You tryna get that work out for free

Well bitch I'm clocking out

For these verses I should charge em' a fee

But these boys done chalked it out

Silenced the stick so it go fa fa fa fa

Run in your crib we shoot at your Brotha tha Tha tha

Runnin' this shit don't do drama ma ma ma

Silenced the stick bitch it go fa fa fa fa

Fa Fa Fa Fa