fargo 700 - littles gang lyrics
[intro]
y’all n-ggas broke as h-ll man, me and my n-ggas really get that chicken man, we really pluck feathers we really got them blue hundreds man, y’all n-ggas broke as h-ll man we been fly we been doing this sh-t
[hook: rich fargo]
a lot of n-ggas talking sh-t but they be broke as h-ll, roll a cookie back to back b-tch you know the smell, no we don’t lacky lack, you know we keep the l, b-tch it’s littlesgang yes you can catch some sh-lls
[verse 1: rado fargo]
(g fargo b-tch!)
a lot of n-ggas hating on me (f-ck em!) man i wonder why stupid dumb racks in these rocks plus i keep the 9. a lot of n-ggas claim they real but they fake as h-ll, get caught and tell it all b-tch i will never tell. workin’ and servin’ up early with the birds chirpin’. watchin’ out for the opps they be too cool with the cops, if you snooze you get dropped she wanna f-ck i said stop, i’m steady aiming for top she cannot get my gwap, runnin’ straight to the gwap, you try to take you get mopped, im on the block with the chop, fargo we takin’ shop, you want some work then come shop, come and get you some gwap, im shining just like the sun, all you n-ggas my sons i’m 4 deep packin guns
[verse 2: yola fargo]
a lot of n-ggas hating on me call em’ insta fans, caught a jug 500 off of instagram, pourin up bands all up on instagram, in the club flexin’ bands on these f-cking hams, servin’ grams out the bag call em instant grams, servin’ straight drop got em’ goin stupid ham, robin jean some color as some candy yams. we was beating the block plays coming nonstop b-tches want my c-ck cause im beating the black makin’ stupid dumb wop feds watching nonstop but the gwap dont stop and the feens still knock.. broke -ss n-ggas we really getting money n-gga in the back of collage court
[hook]
[verse 3: jose fargo]
im a rude -ss n-gga i know i am (i know dat) i can f-ck the n-gga b-tch i know i can (i know dat) i had to cut some n-ggas off i dont f-ck with hams, cuba ball shirt and shoes ran just a band, selfie stick toting big cookie smoking b-tch you know i dont lacky lack you see the 30 pokin’ ha, a lot of n-ggas in they feelings i just chase chicken always pillow talkers to these b-tches tell it ain’t n-gga. you can be broke and they still gone hate it feel good to make plays and cram bands in the safe. didn’t n0body give me sh-t when i was on my face thinkin’ they gone get a taste up off my plate b-tch. a lot of n-ggas out here talkin’ what you got to show, you n-ggas was in the crib when i was sellin’ dope yall b-tches choosin now, she said she like my photo the b-tch can’t get no clock from me it’s time to get the door, yall n-ggas talk to much it’s time to get some cash fargo some young n-ggas we gonna get them bands i dont cuff a b-tch i just call em friends’ i dont gotta talk to much cause im in her bands. yall n-ggas small then me, yall resemble ants i got a foreign b-tch i think she from france. shoot the choppa at his foot make at n-gga tap dance i dont never love a b-tch i ain’t with the romance (i aint with it!)
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