"FAX" lyrics
Ha, I'm just talkin' 'bout my feelings, nigga, aha
Had so many fake people around me, had to cut ties
I couldn't believe these niggas, I said fuck lies, huh
Caught that nigga lackin' in the mall, he almost died, huh
I spy a little opp in my eye
Keep playin' iwth us, turn your potato to French fries
Oh no, no, no, you can't run (Bitch), there's no where to hide
He was flexin' on the 'Gram actin' like he was the man
Know some niggas from his hood, they be takin' fake Xans
Bullets hit 'em like Fent', leave 'em in a weird stance
Somebody call him an ambulance, he won't make it
Oh, this shit ain't over
My pockets swoller
Good gas, that odor
Good gas, that odor
There's no deodorant
I feel I'm older than
Of all my peers
Don't fear no fear
Unlock my fears
Don't come near
My memory is there
Had so many fake people around me, had to cut ties
I couldn't believe these niggas, I said fuck lies, huh
Caught that nigga lackin' in the mall, he almost died, huh
I spy a little opp in my eye
Keep playin' iwth us, turn your potato to French fries
Oh no, no, no, you can't run (Bitch), there's no where to hide
He was flexin' on the 'Gram actin' like he was the man
Know some niggas from his hood, they be takin' fake Xans
Bullets hit 'em like Fent', leave 'em in a weird stance
Somebody call him an ambulance, he won't make it
Oh, this shit ain't over
My pockets swoller
Good gas, that odor
Good gas, that odor
There's no deodorant
I feel I'm older than
Of all my peers
Don't fear no fear
Unlock my fears
Don't come near
My memory is there
