fax ft. Lu$yd G & dark Puppet Lyrics

Tell me the feeling of praying and kneeling, look up to the ceiling

Hoping he give me a chance cause I'm out here screaming

Ask for forgiveness, I got rid of the witness

I hope that they don't listen, I've been going on missions

Business, bitches, liquor, you know that that's all we want, another sinner getting cheddar

Tryna cop that Louis Vuitton, need it all inside my palm, man me and my guys just wanna ball

Tryna live lavish, rich, ride around in the brand new whip, you know we do this shit

Talking all that fuzz, I had to show what Lu$yd does, catch me smoking, drinking all that bullshit

All that such and such,

I'm fly, not plain, I float and make some waves

I do that two step with your girl, I got that Spanish game

Fuck her then vanish, aye, bad bitches get replaced

They wanna get a taste, but they can't see my face

Mask on my face like baby, do you wanna come and play

Step into my world and get lost for days inside this maze

Come fuck with us baby, I know you wanna get a taste

Get you a piece, get on your knees and meet at outer space

Step up to us, you dust the ash on my blunt

Lost up in the fog inside the smoke that make you choke

The fun that I have is too much when it's pill after pill and I hope I don't die

My pockets too stuffed when I got me a mill and the joggers don't look like my size

I'm hitting that bitch from the back then I turn her around just to look at her eyes

Got her legs on my shoulders my hands on her neck and the sound of me clapping her thighs

Fuck it up, she pop out with her friends and we fucking them

Sorry in advance, I don't give a fuck, quit wasting my time, gotta count it up, gotta count it up

Tony hit my line, I knew it was about that time, serving heat all on repeat

Bitch I'm going crazy

Pulling up on the scene, we be the cleanest in the function, bitch I'm here to get to working

I never been one for all the talking, man why the fuck your girl all on my phone

She know I'm living this fast life

Mind on the prize, gotta get this cash

Call up the homies to make the stacks

Stacks, racks, packs we take it through the mail, that's a fact

Me, them, us, it just what it is, they got no luck