Fonshway

作词 : Alexander Gabriel Quezada

作曲 : Alexander Gabriel Quezada

[Intro]

Huh, huh

[Verse 1]

He shot his gun but he missed

Glock in my pants when I walk around fifth

50 round clip, she like damn that shit stiff

Yeah, but sometimes I move like a pimp

Wet that boy up ‘fore I take all his drip

Bang this hoe out then I bust on her lip

I’ma just take his ass off, don’t even trip, spaz

Young nigga come in faster then you blink

Takin’ yo’ cash and then take all yo’ bling

This some big shit, you can’t know what I bring

Draco we married, I get that a ring

Beam and a sight on that bih’, watch it gleam

I ain’t stuff nun’ but 7 thousand in my jeans

Glokk finna tear his ass up, what he seen?

Addiction to takin’ shit off, I’m a fiend

Yeah, eugh

You went out bad ‘bout that hoe, that’s a shame

Told her she thick but I ain’t ask for her name

I was locked up, heard that hoe runnin’ trains

I bonded the league, when I catch him it’s game

My opps on a tee, I can’t remember they face

Lil’ [?] so fye, that’s a ghost what he make

Pussy ass broke nigga talkin’ I hate

Yeah, this bitch chillin’ Fonshway

Probation on dick when I'm stuck in the A

I know you mad ‘bout that nigga lil’ bae

Come **** wit’ me, girl I’ll take you away

Sometimes I feel out of place

On my terms in life, I’m gon’ play wit’ no plate

Supreme on my body like I know how to skate

I don’t care if I die, know I’m goin’ to heaven gates

[Bridge]

Tell me that you love Band Gang

Put some respect on my name

Jesus piece, yeah it’s on my chain

I see Cleveland down there where I’m stayin’

You [?]

Yeah, know it’s Dracos in the rain

I say I love you but I was playin’

Pull up put you on a plane

Treat all the brothers, yeah, the same

‘Cause 1 bad word is all it takes

Yeah, and I had her before a day

Huh, his casket on the way

Don’t drive me crazy, huh

Xanny got me real lazy

We know you was pump fakin’

Glock 17, baby

[Verse 2]

(You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Glocks)

(You ain’t talkin’ ‘bout-)

My fault, I just got out

Sorry I [?]

7.62 slice him up think he tough

****in’ on this slut, this hoe came from the bluff

That ain’t enough, I need more drank in my cup

Took all his shit and his Cartier buffs

If they ain’t talkin’ ‘bout Glocks

Tell ‘em shut the **** up

In the field, I can’t make this shit up

I don’t want box baby, i want straight head

Thought he was possum, they all play dead

Fox, I don’t give a **** ‘bout what they said

Broke ass nigga, you don’t never break bread

50s and 100s baby, look at my spread

Dumb ass bitch, who the **** [?]

Mad ‘cause I’m thinkin’ how they took my Kel-Tec

BabyLife shit, man these niggas ain’t that

Yeah, niggas ain’t real no more

I do shit for everybody, I don’t care how I feel

So-so, that nigga rockin’ fake Polo

You know I wan’ **** Coco

Up the stick, yeah, bitch I get real low

****in’ this bitch which I’m not gon’ go