Fu A Interview

Yeah, we did it

Freedom of speech

Brother, brother, yeah, God bless

Yeah, power to the people

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, we did it

Bro can't go passed the door, we out on bond, on fed papers

Paid a M off to the judge, I'm steppin' in alligators (Yeah)

**** a hater, **** a traitor, I'm ready to go on a caper (**** them niggas)

Soon as I came up off them bales, niggas was callin' me Slater

Sleepin' out in Mexico, I was servin' dope out a hotbox

Performante hard top, I'm cookin' white sock (What you gon' do?)

Who havin' Oxycontin? Who got the whole trap hot? (Yeah)

Candy-coated Pluto GOATed, bitch can't leave me (Yeah, yeah)

**** a skeezer, I'm jumpin' on jet with a deezer (Jump on a jet)

Rollin' up reefer, from the beeper, I'm achiever

Saw somethin' geeked up, I'm posted up with tweakers

Pluto for President, elementary, nigga, before I was famous (Ski)

Pluto Presidential, blick on me just like a gangster (Yeah, yeah)

Ho know I go in my bag, ain't got nothin' but cash in (Ain't got cash)

Rocky, rocky, rocky, I can buy a body

ASAP, nigga, ain't with none of the bap, nigga (ASAP)

Drug money with the older Pluto, it smell like coke now (Woo)

Lil' bitty, local joker, I can **** your ho now (**** your ho)

Got that blade on me, that's a cutter, I'm ready to cut a nigga (Cutter)

Layin' in the grass like a snake, I'm ready to slime a nigga (Slime)

Straight out that murder zone, I'm king and shit, on that demon shit (Niggas dying)

I can't say no names no more, my dog got ten or more (Oh)

Cartel pullin' up on me, I'm not the average Joe (Woah)

I was born in Zone 6, nigga, I tote my own stick (Yee)

Coolin' off in Eliantte, I got heat, nigga (Cold)

Hundred chains on, I'm the first nigga put my hood on (Hood on)

Speak my name wrong, blew a M throwing a ring on (What else?)

Foreign, it's change on me, China white, Hong Kong (What else?)

Wah, talkin' Chinese, wah-wah (What you doin'?)

Wah, talkin' Chinese, yah-yah (Yah-yah-yah)

Lil' one flippin', Jackie Chan (Yah-yah)

Gang land, we don't respect the gang tat' (Lil Mexico)

Junkies lie in the back of the door like fast food

Can't sugarcoat this shit, **** a interview

What you doin'?

Can't sugarcoat this shit, **** a interview