Lyrics FIAT - JAHMED

I'm 'bouta fuck up the whole city, but I thought you should know
Cell phone dnd this dick ain't free, my dividends low
Where the comma? Kamikaze I go crazy for dough
Stupid ape up in yo' venue 'bouta fuck up yo' show

Aye bitch I'm bussing out the fiat, need my re-up fasho
Fuck that louie pro-club hoodie fashion week is a no
Aye I might slide just to flex, use a flop with this shit
Got the whoadies in the whip trunk stuff with clip

Uh, Timmy T lil' nigga wishin' on a mill
Small talk from my family they keep asking 'bout my deal
I need feed my granny fuck yo' grammy, I'm on tilt
I did this off balance 'cause my talent is so skilled

Rollin' big body I kick my foot thru yo' door
I get to waving that semi pack up that Duffy with dough
Not a scratch on my Nina, my nigga smoking sativa
I turn the Mazda to beamer that bitch is boof, I don't need her

I turned the booth to a steamer
Left the nueman a fever
Me no sleepy I'm wide open to fuck up you divas
I got a feeling that lotta niggas gone try to deceive me
Me no tripping got God with me these prayers is scheming

Drop that ass to the floor, mop it up then I go
Left the crib with no ends, I came back bracken with dough
Drop that ass to the floor, mop it up then I go
Left the crib with no ends, I came back cracking with more
I'm 'bouta fuck up the whole city, but I thought you should know

Cell phone dnd this dick ain't free, my dividends low
Where the comma? Kamikaze I go crazy for dough
Stupid ape up in yo' venue 'bouta fuck up yo' show

Aye bitch I'm bussing out the fiat, need my re-up fasho
Fuck that louie pro-club hoodie fashion week is a no
Aye I might slide just to flex, use a flop with this shit
Got the whoadies in the whip trunk stuff with clip