Fahgettaboudit ft. J.Sos Lyrics

Tell my brother I love em I gotta get it

Cuz I been playin straight but fuck it my momma desperate

Move a couple grams of sticky and count lettuce

I got all the city girls here blushing like Cam Reddish

Leave a groupchat cuz fuck em

I got better things to do got my eyes on the glove like Andy Pettite

Pinstripe shit so NY that I don't get it

When you tell me not to do it I say bet

Then I bet it

That's just something you should know when we link like it's embedded

In the morning I drink right out the sink it's my genetics

I got blue collar brothers that don't even know each other

If I got a debt to cover they pool it for the aesthetic

Real goombas my father worked 2 jobs

Then called me a stunad for thinkin I'm 2 pac true

He got it backwards I'm not gonna moonwalk I'm not they illuma

No hobbies a future crew

It's just me I got Bluff on the doo wap

Jacuzzis and rooftops

Get your Ugg's off the futon you

Gotta turn figure 8's into two 4's

I wish I could hoop more

KD with a suit on Ohh

Ahh people grow and they change up

Still talking one day with my day ones

Haven't spoke in a month but we stay down

Take foul and we jump in the A1s

My mother taught me not to brag bout it

All work no play no they mad bout it

I been walking thru the city like the man bout it

Are you really bout it

Just Fahgettaboudit

I walk up to your favorite rapper

Like you know you suck

And when he gets offended

I hit em with the shoulder shrug

Funny he said he wanted smoke

While I was rolling up

Joe pesci with body's

What is this the first hole I dug

I rather beat you up then pop my tool

You don't believe me sonny

Va fangul

I'm am not like you

I'll leave you laying there

Like chopped mangu

La cosa nostra pussy

My mob rules

You copy

Cool

Ohh Maron

Fucking maricon

You are not a clone

We let money talk

And you Vic damone

This a pick and roll

With a euro step

And a finger roll

Make your center fold

Bring in it to the house

Like you're parents gone

And your sisters home

Sheesh

Tell me what we having for supper

What he have in the Cubberd

Is rubber bands and some butter

Hand to hand to them addicts

Who never plan to recover

Play the field like Mickey mantle

The Working man is a sucker

You wanna die

You should Be careful what you asking for

You think you can fix it

With just a pill

This ain't capsule Corp

Trying to avoid the bullshit that's coming

Like you a matador

When really you just look Mad at the door

But you ain't welcome no more

This type of merch you couldn't sell at the store

You copping papers what we selling is raw

You should forget about it

Before you end up dead on the news

We infrared about it

I'm funny how?

You fucking amused

Watch what you say about it