Songtexte F.W.M. - F!nch

Y'all picked a good day
A good day to fuck with me (haha)
It's that freestyle, let's go
Let's go, aye, let's go, aye
I'm really sipping a fuckin' Arizona right now
Let's go, aye, aye
Come check this out
I can sense you got some doubt
Cuz I don't know why you been on that dumb shit
What's this all about?
I'm showing off,
And rolling up until I cough and bodies drop
This beat so ill it make yo fuckin' heart stop (hoo hoo hoo)
Aye, pull up in a white limousine
I be fresh to death and I be lookin' so clean
Shawties wanna fuck when I pull up to the scene
And your man only wish that he had it like me
'Cuz I'm the mothafuckin' truth, footloose
Got K's in the bank that be tied to a noose
Throw it up to the sky, shoot it down like a goose
And the party's in the back, call it caboose (like yuh)
I done rose up from the grave, I done rose up from the grave (uh)
Your girl hit my line every day
But you know I don't fuckin' play the game that way
Like I said I'm the truth and I stand by that
If you pull up, Imma hit you with my baseball bat
Out cold, lights out, with you lying on your back
What you know about grit? Riddle me that
I'm just tryna fly, yuh, just tryna fly
Fly away with your girl
And sing her all of my lullabies (yeah)
Why would you try, yeah, why would you try?
Try and take something that's mine
Well now you gonna fuckin' die (yuh, aye)
Slow it down for a minute
I gotta breathe for a minute
I gotta figure this out,
I gotta see if you're kidding
I gotta make sure this right,
Cuz I ain't tryna lose hope or sight
I'm about that action
You know that I live for the fight (aye)
We going in fosho
It's full throttle coming
Just wait by the door
And one day you'll see while I'm always on the go
But that's another topic for another day though
And i'm searching for relief, or some peace
Life got me weak got me down on my knees
But I get back up on my goddamn feet
'Cuz I am a king and I won't be beat, like yuh
I am a dog and a king
And I bathe in my hard-earned cash (ka-ching)
Fucked up yea, but I also sing
PDF got a nice ring
You trifling bitch you trifling
Need to get up out my lane,
Before you make me go insane
Have you lacking out your brain (yuh)

I, pull up in a white limousine
I be fresh to death and I be lookin' so clean
Shawties wanna fuck when I pull up to the scene
And your man only wish that he had it like me
'Cuz I'm the mothafuckin' truth, footloose
Got K's in the bank that be tied to a noose
Throw it up to the sky, shoot it down like a goose
And the party's in the back, call it caboose (like yuh)
I done rose up from the grave,
I done rose up from the grave (uh)
Your girl hit my line every day
But you know I don't fuckin' play the game that way
Like I said I'm the truth and I stand by that
If you pull up, Imma hit you with my baseball bat
Out cold, lights out, with you lying on your back
I ain't gotta say the second part tho
'Cuz aye, bitch are you really tryna fool me?
I find out the truth like I'm scooby
Cuz girl who you are you too goofy
Matter fact, I'd rather hit my doobie
You trifling, you triflin', need to get up out my lane
I said it once I'll say it twice
To make sure it is on your brain (yuh)
Ride till I die, yuh, ride till I die
Ride into the night so silent but I'm not a shy guy, yuh
Why would you lie yuh, why would you lie?
Lie your way into a hole, you should stop digging it
Just try, yuh (aye)
I rock my own swag now,
I ride my own wave now
There ain't no way you'll ever get me down now (no)
I'm tryna change the game now,
Its gotten kinda lame now
Cuz everybody wants to sound the fucking same now
But not me, Fuck With Me
(Hahaha)
Off the top one take, what you gonna say?
I'll just be here, sippin' my AZ (uh)