Lyrics
Fa Fa (Fbeeeee)
N-n-niggas don't want no action
I pull that chop out, get to clappin' (Grttaa ba pa)
Bitch nigga was talkin' hot — what happened?
L-leave him on TV, 'cause he was actin'
Fuckboy smokin' that cheap weed, can't pass it
G-got free kicks off him, he was lackin'
These rap niggas bitch-made, really passive
I'm ridin' with blick on me, I'm in traffic
M-m-money go a boatload, bitch, I'm the captain
Thirty thousand, spread that shit on a mattress
Look at you rap niggas, broke as a joke
L-look at this G19, what I tote
You niggas be fiends, boy, layin' where you owe
I can tell by the fit, that ya trap real slow
I seen your chick — wouldn't make her my hoe
I seen your whip — wouldn't take it up the road
These niggas be bitch-made, won't do a show
I ride for my bruddas, I know they won't fold
You fuck niggas got in that jam, and you told
I seen these fuck niggas cliques up
Twenty thousand, I'ma level my wrist up
Hrrr, real Southside — this not for the pic, bruh (Suwooo)
R-real EBK too, fuck your gang, bruh
Ridin' with twin, yeah, you know he got aim, bruh
P-pour a lil' Tris, yeah, it's easin' my pain, yuh
Niggas tryin' politic, don't even bang, bruh
Nigga tryin' talk to me, don't got rank, yuh
Shit'll never go bad, I'll fuck up a bank, yuh
Movin' militant, push up in a tank, yuh
The pape — get to this shit, boy, you just wait, yuh
Fuck with the slimes, I go out the A, yuh
F-f-fuck with the mob, hit New York for the day, yuh
N-n-niggas don't want no action
I pull that chop out, get to clappin' (Grttaa ba pa)
Bitch nigga was talkin' hot — what happened?
L-leave him on TV, 'cause he was actin'
Fuckboy smokin' that cheap weed, can't pass it
G-got free kicks off him, he was lackin' (Ahhhhhhhhhh)