Fasho (feat. Baby J)

She let me in when I want fasho I fed the streets and I fed the poor Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow I feel like Roddy I'm down below Don't play the victim you asked to go Can't never put nothing past a hoe My nigga went broke and he masked the store Ran through a ticket and I'm running up digits I'll make sure that the pussy gone feel it Hop in the Cat, and I start it and peel it If I got a son I'm a wait to reveal it Plug in the vacuum and bag it and seal it I do not carry a carry concealment But always believe me I'm packing a steal And if you get too close I'm making you feel it I got some ice and did that on my own I smell like pussy and Gucci cologne Two in the morning you call on my phone You out for the season you injury prone I'm off the liquor just leave me alone The prison took Gucci and made him a clone They put that boy up in the sky with a drone The hoodie is polo the shirt is v-lone She let me in when I want fasho I fed the streets and I fed the poor Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow I feel like Roddy I'm down below Don't play the victim you asked to go Can't never put nothing past a hoe My nigga went broke and he masked the store My nigga went broke but he ran up a check He too official he carry a tech If there's an issue he bury you dead Cause he be like Drizzy he very upset My shooters will do anything for the team Like Steph and Klay when they balling from three You niggas you wish you was balling like me Cause money and talking is calling on me Yo hoe let me in when I want fasho She singing my song when it play in the a party She even know that I am the GOAT Can not box me in cause I am not Roddy See with my third eye like it's a Illuminati Only thing I really see is yo bitch is a thottie She let me in when I want fasho I fed the streets and I fed the poor Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow I feel like Roddy I'm down below Don't play the victim you asked to go Can't never put nothing past a hoe My nigga went broke and he masked the store I'm way too hard to treat me like a lame I come from the bottom you wont feel my pain You know you ain't crazy you just scared of change That's none of my business I'll stay in my lane We met at the club now we back at the pad I ain't call you back I get that from my dad My ma used to say my behavior was bad, If only she knew I was really just sad My heart miss Alisa I'm tryna relax I just wanna redo the times that we had You would take me home I ain't wanna go back I show up with my Sunday clothes in a bag Or was it gelato? my memory bad But anyway I tend to live in the past I'm going right past, I'm going too fast My foot on the gas, my foot on the gas She let me in when I want fasho I fed the streets and I fed the poor Too busy looking for bag to blow, I just came up on a bag to blow I feel like Roddy I'm down below Don't play the victim you asked to go Can't never put nothing past a hoe My nigga went broke and he masked the store