Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fashawn, artist - Fashawn.
Date of issue: 10.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fashawn |
Yeah |
I got a fully loaded cartridge and thoughts and enemies |
Rhymes razor sharp, that’s that rawkus energy |
My heart pump Hennessy |
Veins pump Don Julio, rock rubies |
Assorted color stones in the jewelry |
Picture that |
A nigga delegatin' with diplomats |
Used to pitch nickel sacks |
Now I can shit a stack |
Im on it |
Defecatin' on your rap performers |
Appeal, more the Mass |
And Fash passed enormous |
I don’t get excited, I get ignited |
Burn like a brush fire when I write it |
Barb-wire for those bitin' |
Titan in the ring, Tyson when I swing |
Python, when the mic’s on, I strike harm |
Madre know I’ma drug dealer uh |
Tecate sippin, my mug’s rippin |
Compadre stealin', the slug peelin' |
Nonsense, crip’n & blood spillage in the village |
No remorse shown, no love given, nigga |
No, you don’t know how much trouble you in |
No, they just hustle, I hustle to win |
Don’t say I’m done, just say I’ve done it again |
Homie |
If it ain’t the shells, its the gazelles |
If I’m not still in a cell, I’m out on bail |
Dirty, is what’s under my nails, off the rail |
Young homie will fuck up a scale, he hustle well |
Count kale off of sellin' broccoli, never fail |
Cocky, you can tell, cock is 2XL |
Block had to bail |
Look like, I just ate rock lobster |
All these shells, shocked, you lookin pale |
Why? |
Cause I prevailed, a hassa for the nail |
You hot huh? |
Is it cause yo pockets lookin frail? |
Memoirs of a Mobsta with a tale |
Wrote pop like im Pharrell |
Pop pop, two rappers fail |
I once was a poster boy for poverty |
Until I hit the lottery |
'Po, something you gotta see |
You niggas will never figure me out |
I figured that, figures is what this shit is about |
Motha fucka! |
No, you don’t know how much trouble you in |
No, they just hustle, I hustle to win |
Don’t say I’m done, just say I’ve done it again |