Fuck With Us
• Written by Fantiago
Fantiago's Notes
Trying to get to 1k plays on soundcloud
You dont want the smoke
You dont wanna
Fuck with us
Big bad chick
She ain't have to
Fuck with us
Always in our business
So you wanna fuck with us
If you ain't lit
Then you can't fuck with us
You ain't like our style
So then don't fuck with us
We be getting money
So you cant fuck with us
We be going up
So you can't fuck with us
We be going up
So you can't fuck with us
I been with the shits 2012, eleven
I been in the heat
But I learned my lesson
Running up the stage
Cause the show in twenty
They don't see it much
But Im hyped already
Im ready, fuck a dollar van
Its a Bentley
Avoid me in my eyes
Cause the look real deadly
I be coming up
In the spot you ready
Aint even reach my prime
Issa grind and Im ready for it all
Im ready for the hate, for the money, for the call
Im ready for the rise
and Im ready for the fall
Im ready for the fans
Have a round of applause
I cant even lie
Yeah I got my own flaws
Did a couple rights and
I did a couple wrongs
Had a couple fights
And I took a couple loss
But I could never die
I could never die
Not before I get it all
Nah
Don't be falling on the money if you really want it
Fuck a fake friend
All my niggas honest
Like A Boogie with the Hoodie
When its on Im on it
I stay focused on my grind
Cause Im out here wanted
Intro, keep my next move faded
Need a new whip
All my shit outdated
Need a new grip
For the niggas out hating
And I want a big house
With the front yard gated
You aint really have to fuck with us
Aint nobody asking you
To have to fuck with us
We aint bothered
Cause our money out in front of us
All the homies outside
From dawn to dusk
Ah, if you think I’m dazed not really
Smoke in the eyes
So you can’t see clearly
I’ve been having dreams
Of that late night tele
Driving top down in the coupe who ready?
Who ready? Cause Im about to mind my buisness
I’m about to stack it on the game like Tetris
Ah yeah, can’t confirm the lies
I’ll listen
Never talk too much
Before you end up missing
Yeah yeah you can’t gain control of me
Can’t use shit against me
It ain’t a part of me
Nomore
Nomore
Young nigga wallin, started rapping on the doorstep
2 Chainz got em blasting from the doorstep
Hot gal summers, feeling rogue on the doorstep
Got my headphones on by the doorstep
But if the shots poppin
Then we gone from the doorstep
And I’m just trying to ignore that
Ah yeah yeah yeah
But I know I can’t control that
Award shows man
I’m trying be in all that
Ky Fantiago
Ky Fantiago
Billboard up, sold out Santiago
Middle finger up, to them asshole talkers
Album coming up thanks to BKChapo
Yeah yeah, This is all I wanted say
Yeah yeah yeah
This is all I wanted say
Yeah yeah yeah
You dont want the smoke
You dont wanna
Fuck with us
Big bad chick
She ain't have to
Fuck with us
Always in our business
So you wanna fuck with us
If you ain't lit
Then you can't fuck with us
You ain't like our style
So then don't fuck with us
We be getting money
So you cant fuck with us
We be going up
So you can't fuck with us
We be going up
So you can't fuck with us
Billboard up, that's Ky Fantiago
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Fantiago
Member since August 19 2016