"FASHOLY" lyrics

Okay, okay, okay
Uh, I know they prayin' I lose
I know they prayin' I lose
I know they prayin' I lose
I know they prayin' I— I know they prayin' I—

I know they prayin' I lose
I got 'em confused like, "How did he do it again?"
Mama been prayin' I'm cool
She know niggas fu' and I can get killed by my friend
I know these bitches gon' choose
She fuckin' on me and then you and still got a man
I made one prayer up to God
Please don't let that chopper jam while I'm stuck in a jam

Jelly, we get niggas jammed
Straight off the muscle, I'm workin', I don't do no scams
She call me daddy or Flow, never Kam
Put a QP on the scale, never grams
Can't ever change, I know who I am
She want my name, she know that I'm him
Black truck, I move like Obama
And Mona, she ain't been my mama, shout out to Kim
Climb on my blues like Duke, no Dennis
These niggas snitches, we can't do no business
Hop on my dick and her guts gon' feel this
I hit a button, I went no ceilin'
He only be around bitches, no villains
You hit an innocent, that ain't no killin'
High and away, nigga, I really be hittin'
Know I got a problem, at least I admit it
Got her stuck, you would think she was brainwashed
7.62 out the Drac' make a train stop
Run it up if I'm livin', I can't stop
Barely leavin', that's just for a bank stop
This new money, it's never the same guap
She on dick, but wouldn't fuck if I ain't pop
Put the dick in her mouth like a cake pop
I love my fans, was sad when I ain't drop

I know they prayin' I lose
I got 'em confused like, "How did he do it again?"
Mama been prayin' I'm cool
She know niggas fu' and I can get killed by my friend
I know these bitches gon' choose
She fuckin' on me and then you and still got a man
I made one prayer up to God
Please don't let that chopper jam while I'm stuck in a jam

This how I'm comin'
Niggas said I went broke and was bummin'
Just like they said I wouldn't touched me a hundred, man, niggas just chattin'
That's why I say, "Fuck it," and never respond
I went and got me a Rollie for half of these niggas got jobs
I got so much respect for them niggas who jump over fences and hop out them rides and don't say a word
Thought it was sweet 'cause we lived in the 'burbs
I seen the shit I do, shit made me worse
They never do help, boy, they kick only dirt
We all got choppers, shit, look like we surgeons
Glocky pop a bitch, there ain't no version
They can't fuck with the kid, got 'em nervous
If I had her, she creamin' and squirtin', fuck with a purpose
She like, "Daddy, come beat up my backbone, you hit the road and then never come back home"
People whip out the pen, man, they just 'em ten for conspiracy, talkin' on tapped phones
Niggas chattin', they never be fast, though
I got guala, that lil' nigga cracked, though
Ain't got nothin', you know that I'm strapped, though
It be your friends who try, they gon' backdoor
In the field with this shit, it get real
Cut off bro 'cause he cried on a drill
Niggas only'll kill off a pill
I can't separate fake from the real
But I know these niggas fold or squeal
I'll blow the Drac', I swung this ho to Will
In this bitch with them gang members and the same niggas who I call and they catch 'em a kill

Ooh, I was finna kill that b—