SoFaygo - TWELVE TWENTY FIVE lyrics

[Part 1: Tables] [Intro] (Ayy, Woods, light that sh*t up) (SethInTheKitchen) (Ronny J, what's up, ni**a?) [Verse] Golden, I got ni**as that'll do something to ya Holdin', she holdin' on to my love, love It's funny how the tables turn It's funny how these bridges burn Late night creepin', late night creep I had to realize these ni**as ain't nothing like me Thanking God for these racks 'fore I go to sleep Why that ni**a falling off, he ain't 'bout his business If I booked this BnB, I'ma put your main hoe in it And the boy can't flex like me, that ni**a ain't 'bout his fitness Ayy, she complaining all the time, she hate the way I'm living I got tunnel vision, I only got one mission Why you wanna waste my timе? b*tch, get out my mentions We'rе gonna be alright long as you keep your distance Baby, you look puzzled, I'm not the one you missing Me and that ni**a ain't even in the same division Put that sh*t on, when I hit the Gram, I go viral (Go viral) I feel like I can't trust nobody, I can't lie to you When them ni**as see that you going up, they gon' wanna try you I can't be nobody but myself, ni**a, I don't really like you Hey, I don't really like you "Do you like getting money?" Baby, is the sky blue? I just spent two bands on this fu*king Rick coat I'm not tryna brag, I just had to let you know It's not a game, it's not a game (Woo) [Part 2: MOTY] [Intro] (Zetra) [Verse] I gotta handle my business I gotta go to the dentist, I went and hit Alex to handle my dentures You ni**as never had sh*t on me, you ni**as going out sad like b*tches I got this sh*t in my kidneys You ni**as fake, I ain't with it I just been making it happen, you ni**as been capping a lot like fitted And shoutout to my ni**as trapping, them ni**as been getting it off of the griddy Why you so goddamn loud? A ni**a can't even take you serious Big boy money, I'm serious, I'm tryna rack up and cop me a Urus fu*k all you ni**as, I'm serious, block out the hate like I got no ears Faygo the man of the year, look how he stand over all of his peers, ni**a You can't have no fear, ni**a Can't be scared out here, ni**a Been getting so much money, might put karats in my ear, ni**a Shooter got Tommys, no Hilfiger And shoutout to my real ni**as Talking 'bout steel ni**as, for me, they gon' kill ni**as I been in the deep, feel like I ain't gotta tell ni**as (For real) Summer's over, now it's cold [Part 3] [Verse] Summer's over, now it's cold, I been losing my control In a whole different zone, what's really going on? What he really up to? I don't have no clue ni**as watching my moves, b*tch better get in tune Yeah, do what I do, they know what I does Uh, I got the magical touch, Midas, all of my opps dust I cannot hype this sh*t up, this just the process, trust I'm with the gang, it's up, send shots at them, they bluff Don't know how you hate and how you envy I been getting it Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Yeah, question marks like something's missing Been flexing, no fitness Yeah, b*tch, yeah Haha, I'm finna bring it back in Two different visas, Jesus watching me Gotta watch out for the skeezers, demons all on me Yeah, fu*k all the teachers that didn't believe in me Now my features is three X your whole salary Come through black Rick Owens like it was a tragedy Yeah, black Rick Owens boots, how can you step on me? Dress assassin but come in with that fu*king melody, yeah Pushing 'til that fu*king tank on E