Yung Fazo Racks ($)
[Intro]
(Three)
[Verse 1]
I been feeling low, now I'm countin' racks (Yeah)
Uh, I got hella clothes, closet look like Saks (Huh)
Drive Mercedes Benz, you can not do that (Uh)
And my pants sagging low 'cause my pockets fat (Skrrt)
('Cause my pockets fat, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Too many damn blue strips, think I'm Crip or somethin' (Uh)
Either way, I'm flowing on this bih', I swear I'm one of one (Uh)
I had to go really grab the stick, I swear he shoot the drum (Uh)
Know you hear me spazzin' on this bih', I swear I'm going dumb
Mama told me, "Never trust a bitch," and now I'm losing some
Yeah, I pop out, they wan' take a pic', I'm having too much fun
They want me to put them on the list, but they ain't doing nothin'
Shawty want me slide and give her kiss, but I'ma blow her one
I got double VV on my wrist, the hoodie Saint Laurent
Really showed no love, I pop my shit and now you showing some (Skrrt)
You be on that slime shit, I can't f..ck with ya
I had to go take a addy-addy, yeah, to focus up
Your bitch in my bed, she call me daddy, got you throwing up
When I started getting to the cash, I start growing up, yeah
[Outro: Plaqueboymax]
Everybody be talking about, "Fazo is garbage"
I thought he was straight dog?
'Til he did this
