Fasho Fasho

(Bitch)

Aye

I'm poppin fasho fasho

I got it fasho fasho

That chain I rock it fasho fasho

I cop it fasho fasho

Yeah, I'm hot fasho fasho

Totin dem glocks fasho fasho

Them chickens gon flock fasho fasho

(They flockin)

Poppin fasho fasho

They know I got it fasho fasho

That chain I rock it fasho fasho

That fit I cop it fasho fasho

I'm hot fasho fasho

I'm totin dem glocks fasho fasho

Them chickens gon flock fasho

(Them chickens, them chickens gon flock fasho)

Walk-in I'm circles, looking for a purpose

Bitches won't speak but I know they lurking

Say hey don't stare these hoes be annoying

Don't have to clock in, I know they be working

Don't got an alarm I wait for the chirping

Driving me crazy no need for a permit

He took my heart like he was a surgeon

It ain't no weekend but know that I earned it

All I see is red but I still can't stop

Blow ya head back, old school drop top

Flame cause I bang but should call me sauce

Dripping on baby, I think he got lost

My attention is pricey, he ask what it cost

Gotta get ya bread up cause Chelly a boss

All in his mouth like I was some floss

Pockets on chubby, Biggie, Rick Ross

Put em in the dirt, casket

And if it's up, get at it bitch

What's poppin, was brakkin

Aye

This glock 40 my fashion, bitch

Big 40 blastin

He pussy he duckin that action, bitch

Need a nigga who packin

And don't do all of that naggin, bitch

Aye

I'm poppin fasho fasho

I got it fasho fasho

That chain I rock it fasho fasho

I cop it fasho fasho

Yeah, I'm hot fasho fasho

Totin dem glocks fasho fasho

Them chickens gon flock fasho fasho