#NOT4DAPIC Songtext
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#NOT4DAPIC Songtext
Fa Fa (Fbeeeee)
N-n-niggas don′t want no action
I pull that chop out, get to clappin' (Grttaa ba pa)
Bitch nigga was talkin′ hot — what happened?
L-leave him on TV, 'cause he was actin'
Fuckboy smokin′ that cheap weed, can′t pass it
G-got free kicks off him, he was lackin'
These rap niggas bitch-made, really passive
I′m ridin' with blick on me, I′m in traffic
M-m-money go a boatload, bitch, I'm the captain
Thirty thousand, spread that shit on a mattress
Look at you rap niggas, broke as a joke
L-look at this G19, what I tote
You niggas be fiends, boy, layin′ where you owe
I can tell by the fit, that ya trap real slow
I seen your chick — wouldn't make her my hoe
I seen your whip — wouldn't take it up the road
These niggas be bitch-made, won′t do a show
I ride for my bruddas, I know they won′t fold
You fuck niggas got in that jam, and you told I seen these fuck niggas cliques up
Twenty thousand, I'ma level my wrist up
Hrrr, real Southside — this not for the pic, bruh (Suwooo)
R-real EBK too, fuck your gang, bruh
Ridin′ with twin, yeah, you know he got aim, bruh
P-pour a lil' Tris, yeah, it′s easin' my pain, yuh
Niggas tryin′ politic, don't even bang, bruh
Nigga tryin' talk to me, don′t got rank, yuh
Shit′ll never go bad, I'll fuck up a bank, yuh
Movin′ militant, push up in a tank, yuh
The pape — get to this shit, boy, you just wait, yuh
Fuck with the slimes, I go out the A, yuh
F-f-fuck with the mob, hit New York for the day, yuh
N-n-niggas don't want no action
I pull that chop out, get to clappin′ (Grttaa ba pa)
Bitch nigga was talkin' hot — what happened?
L-leave him on TV, ′cause he was actin'
Fuckboy smokin' that cheap weed, can′t pass it
G-got free kicks off him, he was lackin′ (Ahhhhhhhhhh)
N-n-niggas don′t want no action
I pull that chop out, get to clappin' (Grttaa ba pa)
Bitch nigga was talkin′ hot — what happened?
L-leave him on TV, 'cause he was actin'
Fuckboy smokin′ that cheap weed, can′t pass it
G-got free kicks off him, he was lackin'
These rap niggas bitch-made, really passive
I′m ridin' with blick on me, I′m in traffic
M-m-money go a boatload, bitch, I'm the captain
Thirty thousand, spread that shit on a mattress
Look at you rap niggas, broke as a joke
L-look at this G19, what I tote
You niggas be fiends, boy, layin′ where you owe
I can tell by the fit, that ya trap real slow
I seen your chick — wouldn't make her my hoe
I seen your whip — wouldn't take it up the road
These niggas be bitch-made, won′t do a show
I ride for my bruddas, I know they won′t fold
You fuck niggas got in that jam, and you told I seen these fuck niggas cliques up
Twenty thousand, I'ma level my wrist up
Hrrr, real Southside — this not for the pic, bruh (Suwooo)
R-real EBK too, fuck your gang, bruh
Ridin′ with twin, yeah, you know he got aim, bruh
P-pour a lil' Tris, yeah, it′s easin' my pain, yuh
Niggas tryin′ politic, don't even bang, bruh
Nigga tryin' talk to me, don′t got rank, yuh
Shit′ll never go bad, I'll fuck up a bank, yuh
Movin′ militant, push up in a tank, yuh
The pape — get to this shit, boy, you just wait, yuh
Fuck with the slimes, I go out the A, yuh
F-f-fuck with the mob, hit New York for the day, yuh
N-n-niggas don't want no action
I pull that chop out, get to clappin′ (Grttaa ba pa)
Bitch nigga was talkin' hot — what happened?
L-leave him on TV, ′cause he was actin'
Fuckboy smokin' that cheap weed, can′t pass it
G-got free kicks off him, he was lackin′ (Ahhhhhhhhhh)
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