"FWANS" lyrics

(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
(Run-It-Up)

[Kevin Gates:]
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

[Tre Loaded:]
In the 392
How you say you not fuckin', got on Daisy Dukes?
I ain't no regular rapper, these bullets'll tackle, so get out the way when I shoot
I don't play with my food
If I call ABP, better know he gon' do what it do
Since his ass wanna be famous, got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news
Baby, come fuck with a cheater, I know you an eater, ain't talking Chris Brown how I beat her
I'm hot, but I don't got a fever
I did this shit on my own, you'll follow the leader
Dope got me higher than pita
If you get put in that room you gonna fold like fajita
Touchdown, don't play no receiver
And if you up, better shoot, cut him up like a pizza
Ayy, pour a deuce in a Faygo
I got some hitters who go when I say so
Didn't have no cheese, had to switch up the payroll
And I be stretchin' these hoes like some Play-Doh
Hit from the back, put my thumb in her A-hole
Know I'm next to fly out to Barbados
With a white jawn, had to try out the mayo
You can get hit with the Glock or the Draco

[Kevin Gates:]
Fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

[So Supa:]
Bitch, I'm a dog, Supa a beast
They done fucked up, let me off of the leash
I just got a check just like Nike Elite
Quick, get 'em gone, erased, delete
Won't talk to these bitches because they get aggy
The guap in my pocket, my pants lookin' baggy
I smoke me a blunt, then go fix me a sandwich
Then hop in the booth and I spit out some damage
I'm happy as fuck, got more guap than my daddy
A brand-new bitch and she just came from Paris
And she call me daddy, but I'm not her parent
New stick with a scope got some bullets for sharin'
Fuck all that paintin', get back to the trappin'
Rob me a nigga, then cop me a jacket
Keep me a steel, you get cut like a packet
New Glock, call it ghetto because this bitch ratchet
My chain is so bright, you might need solar glasses
I chop off a hand if a bitch try to snatch it
Was fuckin' on bitches while skippin' my classes
You hate on the drip, but you still tryna match it
Thought we was cool, but you snake, you a faggot
You sneak on my girl and act like it ain't happen
I catch you in traffic, I'm workin' my magic
I made that bitch stretch her throat like she elastic

[Kevin Gates:]
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
If you get it how I get it, throw your cups in the air
Man, that's Kevin Gates, got that drug dealer swag
I can't run out of money, that's that drug dealer cash
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma live life
I'ma fuck hoes, I'ma rock ice
Man, fuck what a nigga said, I'ma still flight
I'ma stack bread, I'ma get right

(Ask about BReal and QRed, our name ring)
Man, fuck what a nigga said
Fuck what a nigga said
Man, fuck what a nigga said