YSN TM - FAFA Lyrics

Get us a love then you know that we coming Last nigga played with gang, got fat
I don't even know why his ass tryna run When his ass down, gon' leave him in his tracks
Don't go back and forth on the net with no racks Catch his eye, put him in the pack
F*cked up a deal, don't even like to rap Took one of mine, so I'm getting three back
Oh, it's a promise, I'm on his ass Thought it was sweet till he seen that flash
Grab my gun, go have me a blast Can't get him, gon' fap his back
Twin on the right, ayy, push him left He gon' see me before he see death
Speak on gang, then you know we gon' step 30 in my book, boy, I shoot like six
Ayy, Fremont hood, nigga, f*ck the rest Can't say shit about me, you know I step
Got me a low, oh, it's a bet Hit his neck, his head or his chest
Throw him a bag, my dog gon' fetch Don't act right, then your ass getting left
Feel me involved, then a bitch get stretched Fat lil' homie, lil' nigga, who next
Spend on my own, don't need niggas around Think it's shit sweet till he in the ground
Think I'm high and ball him around Stick his ass up, lay him down
Creepin' up on him, don't make a sound Come in my hood, get put out of bounds
Don't jump in this water, your ass gon' drown Hit in his house, I'm sendin' some rounds
F*ck your hood, nigga, Fremont hood, nigga
I'm killin' everybody that play with bro, I'm PPK for real
Get right or get left, nigga, gang shit, YSM
Can't do the switch, I'm shootin' like clay If his ass tweaked, I'm pappin' his face
Roll up a opp, I'm chiefin' with Blake Don't like the way I get him today
I'm tryna beef, you niggas is gay I'm takin' his life for what he say
He gon' die, he like a dick Subtract from who, don't send no bitch
Look in my eye, I kill real shit I can't get him, don't send my pick
Box my Glock, don't use no fist Hangin' with sharks, don't be no fish
Don't let my coochie get you a grip Fappin' lil' shit, he off that list
Give me a load and I'm leavin' my bitch I'm breakin' my gun, don't think on my dick
We gon' fap him, yeah, real shit Rip my bro, they left me sick
Don't come around mine, cause we real slime Talk bro, sit back, this one mine
Gun his ass down, shoot through his phone Play that shit back like it was a Vaughn
Catch him, I'm fappin, he catchin' these nines I'm fappin' my opps, I don't want a sign
I'm comin' out the bushes, I'm hittin' his eye Boy, it's a promise, his ass gon' die
Nigga, rip the top out