G4SHI - FFFF lyrics

rate me

Feat. KEN REBEL

(Intro)

I got the pedal to the floor

Windows up in these white clouds

(Verse: G4shi)

Neva eat with muthafuckas who brag about feeding yo'

Hustle on yo own, guarantee yo day start feeding yo'

Ranger said to brake you when yo friends start to believe in you

Everybody has a limit, push it and they leavin' you

G4shi, where you been, I been busy gettin' strong, hoe

High as a muthafucka, hash racks on my bong, hoe

Sipped a little mud, then I mixed it up with butter

I swear I neva do no drugs, but tonight I wanna feel numb

I showed 'em love (I used to look out for people)

Cause of love (now I look out for people)

Cause they want my dough, want my life, want my clothes

Want my wife, want my hoes, keep the snakes up out yo home

Fuck these basic rappers who still wear they jeans up with they thumbs

They so quick to hate on ME cause I made it on my own

They stuck in a 360, now they really need a loan

Kings neva leave they throne for some peasants throwin' stones

(Hook x2)

I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em

I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em

I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em

(I don't really trust nobody)

(Verse: KEN REBEL)

It's rebel life, baby, we out here

Steppin' up to the battle play, wassup

Riches gonna sell like a prostitute

Hold her over every single obstacle

Father to you, biological

Brio when I'm so logical

Support rat niggas but you hate on me?!

Put dirt on my plate but you ate off me?!

MOE, that's my grind to sleep

Ironically, that's my problem, G

I'm supposed to get changed when she done change, nigga

Fortune and fame I'm just inna change niggas

Made a few figures where I used to hang niggas

Acrylic my lyrics, I paint the big picture

So slept on, less a headache on this side

Poet potential but the bestest do rich right

Few homies switch sides

Hang with the more popular, not some bitch ass niggas

Fuck Sky Low but the fans increase

Thrown in my bio green, ain't no fan of me

I ain't trust ya, ain't be who you claim to be

Can't relate to yo shit, it don't retain to me

Where you here? Got yo rubble on the track

Are you far? Rappers betta hide from yo shacks

Do yo course up from the church to the chapel

This da new shit that put New York on the map

Nigga

(Hook x2)

I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em

I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em

I Find 'em, I Fool 'em, I Fuck 'em, Forget 'em

(I don't really trust nobody)