"FoDa94'" lyrics
Kill
Wake up, put my diamonds on, remember I ain't had none
Thinkin' that you Boosie with the fade, but never ran one
Talk like you gon' get me, but yo bitch ass never planned nah
Bits off who bits offbeat on the tree, you'll be my grandson
Reason for your season, hot sauce, call me AND1
Problems start to rain, we slide just like land does
If you wanna take it there, I'm already here
In the rearview mirror, wit' the barrel to your ear
It's a cold dark night, better bundle up
Glock stick, make ya flip, like a Knuckle Puck
Ballroom holler till the sun is up
Then it's back to the morgue, where we run it up
No check for your debt, I need cash when I collect
No respect for your set, or the sessions that you at
Livin' hell where I dwell, ever since I recollect
I need some bourbon on the rocks, I need a razor to your neck
It's the brown sippin', cow tippin', white trash icon
They can do what they do, but they'll never be what I'm on
Baggage in the face, look like 3M Nylon
Take it wit' the flash, you take BONES on the Nytol
Speak a sacred sermon to the bitch and then I ride off
Decision to envision, press 'em, watch as I slide out
Honeycomb the hideout, watch the rest die out
DeadBoy forever, grip a weapon when it's night out
Posted in the shadow, if I know that it's sun out
Flexin' shit that ain't yours, it's funny what they lie bout
I would hate to be you, I know you love to be me
S-E-S-H till they throw me in the lake bitch
This is a graveyard exclusive
Wake up, put my diamonds on, remember I ain't had none
Thinkin' that you Boosie with the fade, but never ran one
Talk like you gon' get me, but yo bitch ass never planned nah
Bits off who bits offbeat on the tree, you'll be my grandson
Reason for your season, hot sauce, call me AND1
Problems start to rain, we slide just like land does
If you wanna take it there, I'm already here
In the rearview mirror, wit' the barrel to your ear
It's a cold dark night, better bundle up
Glock stick, make ya flip, like a Knuckle Puck
Ballroom holler till the sun is up
Then it's back to the morgue, where we run it up
No check for your debt, I need cash when I collect
No respect for your set, or the sessions that you at
Livin' hell where I dwell, ever since I recollect
I need some bourbon on the rocks, I need a razor to your neck
It's the brown sippin', cow tippin', white trash icon
They can do what they do, but they'll never be what I'm on
Baggage in the face, look like 3M Nylon
Take it wit' the flash, you take BONES on the Nytol
Speak a sacred sermon to the bitch and then I ride off
Decision to envision, press 'em, watch as I slide out
Honeycomb the hideout, watch the rest die out
DeadBoy forever, grip a weapon when it's night out
Posted in the shadow, if I know that it's sun out
Flexin' shit that ain't yours, it's funny what they lie bout
I would hate to be you, I know you love to be me
S-E-S-H till they throw me in the lake bitch
This is a graveyard exclusive
