Fye Head Lyrics

Luh hoe want Rolex ', luh hoe want more sex And you know I can't stress, cause you know we up next

And she givin' that fye head, yeah And she givin' that fye head, yeah

She like Givenchy, she like Celine She actin' trippy she actin' mean

She calling my phone, I'm like, what you need? She in her thong, FaceTiming me

She said, pull up all alone She said, call me when you home

This hoe can't leave me alone This hoe can't leave me alone

Don't care what you say, don't care what you think We stackin' up cash, we breakin' the bank

They still asleep, no, it don't make no sense This shit on go my whole gang on ten

she wanna slide, she boutta bring a friend If she say she mine, then she up in a Benz

If she say she mine, then she rock new shit If she say she mine, then she got blue strips

Bitch, I'm racked up, bitch, I'm stacked up Bitch, I'm racked up, bitch, I'm gone

Bitch, I'm racked up, bitch, I'm stacked up Bitch, I'm racked up, bitch, I'm gone

You can't call my phone, ho, leave me alone Got it on my own, got it on the road

These niggas so sneaky, like they got some drones Bitch, I've been up geeking, all up on my own

This hoe way too picky, like I need her I told her I'ma hit her, then I leave her

This hoe way too picky, like I need her But she don't know I hit her, then I leave her

I wrote this shit out nigga this my movie This hoe just wanna fuck me, cause I'm too lit

Yeah, we turning up like you can't do it You say you get that bag, you gotta prove it

You say you got that bag, you gotta prove it You tryna run up on me, don't act foolish

Cause my nigga, on my side, he got that tooly, All my niggas down to ride like we gon' pull up, All my niggas down to ride like we gon' pull up