F.Y.P. Lyrics

Spend cash, make it back

Plenty racks

I ain't worried bout the blow back

I'm so rash

Every show promote hash

Lambo fast

Speeding past yo broke ass

Black matte

Steering wheel to the floor mats

When the doors crack

Probably catch a contact

Flooded in ice, call me sabertooth

Hater proof, fenced your product

After I let the saber loose

These Tokyo bars

Choke you like

Covid and sars

Florida to mars

Shine brighter than dying stars

Bitch don't waste my time

Cause it ain't much

No luck and fucked

Probably smell like a blunt

Fuck your party

Drug abuse be the hobby

Sober hardly

Overdosing in the lobby

Back the fuck up

Skull kid with the scuffed kicks

Broads thick

I'm the cut

Making a snuff flick

Corner stores like a shop of horrors

Killers hiding in corners

Waiting for you to slip

Like dirty lawyers

I thought I told you

I don't fuck with the law

Pretty women get mauled

Lock her baby in my little drawer

Shut the fuck up cause I said it

That's that

So many cats

Pussyfooting over this fucking rap

Davey bonezz

Leave you silent like grave stones

Flint lock to your dome

Red beard sending you home

Combined forces like a fusion

Borderline abusive

Microphones covered in

My spit so putrid

A fungus that grew from the scum

Ingested, you feeling numb

This drug

You hooked, who is that bum?

Leave you man

We'll travel to lands

Distant with only half a gram

Of shrooms in our hands

Watching the stars

Clear cut like a diamond

The shine in your eyes

Tells me you feeling fired up

My nine bust

Laying on pillows that's plush

The sky's clutch

Don't wanna crash like a air bus

No rush, only Pink Floyd in the speaker

Adjusting the tweeters

Amplify the trip before

It leaves us

Keep it real like your point of view

Rock the corners true

Call your dudes

You pussys ran through

Split my dome offa something

Fuckers try to play the cousin

Waking up inside a pool

Full of blood and...

I can't remember that

Daily the pressure is packed

Trying to crack off of rap

Not where you from, it's where you at

They keep on saying that

You gotta pay it back

Before they spray in fact

Cause money leads the way in rap

So hands up

Stick ups cause I don't eat enough

Seeing pockets gush

Enough to make my Glock erupt

Beats got me caught up

A product of pushing product

Dead in the water

Drowning in all the disorder

But that's where we strive

Fortune favors the brave

That's why they hate to

See you shine

While they stuck in the shade

Life will pass in a flash like Barry Allen

The view behind the mask

Feeling like your living on an island

Alone

Nothing but voices and poems

And all they do is call you home