That's Fasho

Three Six in the evening ima stack up money, how ima do it? , with the music Being sad all the time on one fun day, like i been mentally bruisen Catch a youngin lackin on a holiday, my youngin's will do it Pass the stick to my youngin's in gang they won't hesitate to go and shoot it I gave her my heart, and she let it go While i'm ridin' 'round at the crossroads So i took my feelings to the studio Wrote a rhyme, then i got the beat and flowed They say that money make the world go But i say that money make the world slow Put a price on his head just for the low And i know that they'll take it, That's Fasho If you makin' me mad make me get out my body I know that i do this music for a hobby But if i get mad enough, i'll make the music lyrics come out the closet just from hiding Like when i said, "I won't hesitate to pop it" My youngin's will come around do some droppin' Them 30 shots prolly hit you in ya noggin, i got yo potna screamin' out Why they coppin'? Ride around like a busta, if you play with me i'll have ya bust up Don't cuff 'er that ain't her, she'll prolly get a nigga messed up Use yo brain that's some bad luck, looks can be deceiving but feelings don't matter Got my youngin's ridin' in black trucks, tryna go around just to back some Dmacc said "He ridin' in a fuso, let's go" Tryna go take a trip on the road She tryna stay at my crib, tell 'we let's go, i ain't tryna waste no time on this road Slumped over here, Slumped over here Goin' head over hills, Goin' head over hills Wish i was on the top right now, living up in the hills And i ain't tryna drive at night, just to go and get a kill Watch how, all the rain fall on me And watch how people put blame all on me Watch when i get up on the top, people gon' be callin' on me You gon' watch a young nigga grind, but you don't gotta follow me Ok, Let's Go I wish i had good love But i don't even got thoughts to trust her Like i wanted to tell her, ian even think it was gon' make it better If a nigga come text her, we'll pull on the block with them big ole birettas To the streets should've let her, why she let all them niggas come text her? All my energy i let 'er come an fuse it She left me at my crib had me really confused an Had youngin reminiscing with all the bad music Should've threw 'er in the trash like a bag trash shooter(Let's go) Six in the evening ima stack up money, how ima do it? , with the music Being sad all the time on one fun day, like i been mentally bruisen Catch a youngin lackin on a holiday, my youngin's will do it Pass the stick to my youngin's in gang they won't hesitate to go and shoot it I gave her my heart, and she let it go While i'm ridin' 'round at the crossroads So i took my feelings to the studio Wrote a rhyme, then i got the beat and flowed They say that money make the world go But i say that money make the world slow Put a price on his head just for the low And i know that they'll take it, That's Fasho The stuff that you say, it'll make me hate you, but i know i'm wrong here Sent a text while you at the crib, and you read it, i know that you ain't all alone here Look around people think i'm scared, i'm just watchin' my back 'cause i know i don't belong here Niggas talkin' slick I'm like "Whatchu said?", then we knocked off his dreads, yu watchin' yo tone here Nigga tryna move smoove, no paparazzi Blast off into space, like it's rocket science Niggas tryna act hard in front of people don't make me go and send you straight to your highest Niggas tryna act hard in front of people don't make me go and send you straight to your highest I gave her my heart and she let it go while i'm ridin' 'round at the crossroads I gave her my heart and she let it go while i'm ridin' 'round at the crossroads Let's go, Let's go