Revenge of Fargo

Niggas'll talk, as soon as I see 'em I'm slapping the taste

Catch 'em in public and niggas don't wanna sing none of that shit in my face

I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby

Twenty-three thousand to trick on a tricky bitch, I need that shit out the safe (Oh, oh, right now, right now)

Get the fuxk out of my face

Twenty-one thousand, get ducked in Miami to cut a lil' bitch out a shape

The whole world screamin' "Free Tory," man, the haters don't know how to hate, uh

Had a show, flew back last night, niggas think I'm out of state (Nigga!)

Clearly, I'm sitting inside of the celly, but manifestin' is the way

But I ain't just manifestin' when I tell you I be home any day, nigga, huh

God got me on sage (Oh)

Double-R on the car (Oh)

Rolls-Royce, road rage (Oh)

Shawty managed to turn me back to savage, I'm back to my old ways

So baby wanna fuxk me for nothin', I told her that it's okay

Okay, she wanna fuxk, okay

She got a messy lil' body dub don't wanna suck just blow me up, okay

Call up the rest of my buddies whenever it's up and it's stuck, okay

Don't give a **** if I only hit once, I still got to ****, okay

Niggas'll talk, as soon as I see 'em I'm slapping the taste

Catch 'em in public and niggas don't wanna sing none of that shit in my face

I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby

I might need my fade when I get home (Ah)

I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby

Guess I need a fade when I ge—

This shit up forever, them boys tryna murder me

I cannot tell you but certainly

My niggas know just how this gonna go, my killies gon' paint him in burgundy (Ah)

He told me, "Get it right back in blood", I got it right back in the currency

I mean, like, seventeen stairs, my nigga, you know he was takin' that personally

Yeah

It's three times, you know what it is

[?], you know what's goin' on, yeah, uh

Yeah, yeah, ayy

Seven it is, I be outside from seven to ten

That's seven p.m. to ten a.m., nigga, I don't got no regular friends (Ayy)

I see the opps in the party, they jackin' and actin' all extra again ('Gain)

I keep the same energy when it's me, yours type of flow, tell on my friends

You know I'm comin'

Lead the paper, shawty, know I'm thumbin'

Hit the show and niggas know I'm a dummy

Rub the edge and niggas know I was runnin' ([?])

Hit the pusxy with a sunstroke, yeah, I'm sunstrokin' back, you know how she cummin'

She say my dixk overload in her stomach

Was bobbin' off, see the glow in the tunnel

We do it till you boys know that you fuxk with whom

Strippin' on me, know that you stumblin'

Was playin', went to the door, got crumblin'

I take the jet to every show in the summer

She front it back there, but she go in the summer

I lost my heart in the winter, so **** it, I don't give a **** about knowin' the summer

Bitches got dim, **** me, I was pronoun, rich lil' bitch, you owe me the summer

She ain't your bitch, she's ours now, man, she ours now, man, it's slow than the summer

Hit this money like a real nigga, but I'm tatted up like a chore of the summer (Summer)

Too many bottles with too many blunts

I sold the lotto, well, tell 'em it's once

I'm way too rich to be doin' these stunts

I'm too legit to be movin' this janky

We too celly, to be movin' this stanky

Bitch too close, please move off, thanky

Hit 'em with the gas, hanky-panky

A million times, the money is long, the arms are lanky

I threw about forty-three thousand on Saturday, bitch, you strippers should thank me

I [?] me a uber shooters, I got 'em pardoned, niggas right when it tanked me (Nigga!)

All of my niggas are antsy

The chain yellow, try to yank me