KA$HDAMI - Fr lyrics

[Intro: sgpwes] Cody ZaySkillz Mingo Mhm, hmm Yeah, uh, yeah [Verse 1: sgpwes] I'm finna go run it up, again Don't even know why he callin' me twin That ni**a broke, why your pockets so thin? Yeah, my pockets, they look like a [?] I get so high that I'm touchin' the roof That ni**a broke and it's crazy (Ha) Stupid lil' b*tch tryna play me [?] and he don't wanna race me He tried to copy and paste me (Yeah) My b*tch, she bad, and she Blasian Bullets turn hot, they gon' blaze him (Yeah, yeah) I fu*k that ho, we ain't datin' No, I can't have a relation Money, it's on the equation He try to run, we gon' chase him (Yeah) I like to wеar Prada and sh*t (Ugh) He mad 'cause I'm fu*kin' his b*tch (Yeah) Thеse ni**as, they stay on my dick (Yeah) They mad 'cause I'm goin' up quick (Ha) I spent me a bag on my wrist I got my (Blick), I ain't goin' for sh*t I got a bag, she goin' for it I'm on the road, tourin' and sh*t (Yeah) I think I made his tuition (Haha) That b*tch a thot, I won't kiss her (Yeah) Playin', we send him to mister (Yeah) Playin', we send him to [?] (Yeah) I skrt off in the Benz (Yeah) We turn that boy to a trend (Yeah) We put that boy on a [?] (Yeah) Yeah [Verse 2: KA$HDAMI] (Bee) I'm sick ni**a really thought he could pull my b*tch Tried to shoot yo' shot and you mo'fu*kin' bricked Yeah, he talkin' sh*t, he get hit with the brick I got the gun, it came from the ship These ni**as chihuahuas, b*tch, I'm a pit ni**a, you could get shot by association, I don't give a fu*k 'bout who you with Why all these b*tch ass ni**as tryna diss? ni**a, where yo' flag at if you a cryp? My ni**as don't chit-chat, b*tch, we rip Lil' ni**a, you a Kit Kat, you could get split ni**a got killed and nobody knows KA$HDAMI, I'm the mo'fu*kin' goat Got a G-Lock with the [?] sight on Your b*tch on my dick and she tryna bone ni**as want smoke, then I'm givin' 'em asthma b*tch, I'm a big blood, no plasma ni**as be food, put 'em on a platter ni**a tried to grab my gun, so you know that I smacked 'em I already won, ni**a this the [?] I only spit truth, like a mo'fu*kin' pastor KA$HDAMI just keep goin' up, ni**a I'm climbin' the ladder (Bah) [Verse 3: sgpwes] (Yeah) I got that bag for real I got the clamps of steel (Ha) Just like banana, get peeled (Woah) I think I might sign a deal I got the fire, damn, the drill I bet I could pay yo' bills I need the bands, I'm so for real My b*tch, she bad, she from Brazil (Yeah)