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stunna lous - fye lyrics

[verse 1]
introduce you to the barrel of my fye
if them n-ggas talking foul
i introduce you to the barrel of my fye
i hope them n-ggas really about that life
i introduce your girl to some boss living
everything 2k around me like i’m irving
i’m in oakland with the stephens
all my n-ggas got a f-n
hit shorty on dm
got it clear the we was effin no question
real life movie
so we ain’t got no editors
if it ain’t bout the money
then it don’t fit in my schedule
2k taught 2 keep thinking
2k balling so different
2k turn it to 100k and then a million
try me
go deja
so let em
i’m on it
me and shorty
in a coupe
no nude beach but
we top less
my pole a chart she topping
brought a friend and they had a face off
stunna be running for president
better vote for me like i’m trump hoe

[bridge]
working for a n-gga like i’m chapo
speaking chapo tell em free el chapo
big meech when i hit the streets
guitar solo how im pulling strings
and we gone ride on our enemies
know where they at like they near by
ducking dodging off a drive by
screaming ricky n-gga when the shotty pop

[chorus]
ima go and get the fye
ima go and get the fye
when i’m smoking on that loud
ima go and get the fye

ima go and get the fye
ima go and get the fye
if a n-gga talking wreck
ima go and get the fye

we ain’t fighting no more
ima go get the fye
keep a pretty b-tch with me
you know the head was so fye
pulling up with missing tops
exhaust loud like a blunt

ima go get the fye
ima go and get the fye

[verse 2]
(mount up)
birdman pull up on a n-gga
(count up)
ain’t to many things before the money
(ride out)
persistent everyday
voting for the kid
na i’m president in this bih
(strap up)
keep this b-tch on me everyday
(drop top)
i just lost the roof of the whip baby
(ride out)
i be bout the digits
i need that infinite mula
it’s a risk trying to go there
they staring at the bone connecting my arm to my hand
because it’s holding a chunk
think im norris the way that i chuck
make your girl a walker or im getting a uber
pic-sso with the paint
2k with-the shot
say im westbrook the way that i drive
like mcnair i’m treal till the day i die
i’m in cali posted with the stephens
because all my boyz got range
hoes thinking i’m a oiler
the only thing i ever gas is the sporter
she from the six you know i got a seven
ladder on me make a b-tch want to step up
almost did a eight but she wanted nine
lately i’ve been confusing my mind with a weapon
[bridge]
[chorus/hook]

- stunna lous lyrics

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