F.A.J.F.T.C.A.F.E. Lyrics

Ain't no Margiela on my shoe

But bitch I run em through

I'm runnin' through these checks

Ain't got no self respect

I got this 9 I self protect

C6ld X Bosse we up next

Middle finger to the rest

I'll put a blade right in your chest

Screamin' southwest and throwin' up a 3

'Cause it's SW6 til the mothafuckin' death

Throw your set

Throw your set

Throw your set

Throw it up

'Cause if you don't give a damn you know we don't give a fuck

Kill 'em all

Throw dead bodies on the floor

Had your bitch down on her knees crying real tears begging for more

I got your mama in my sauna sweating balls and sucking dick

I'm a sad boy bitch

But I'm ridin' with a fuckin' stick

And I got that red dot with it

Fuckboi have yourself a sit

Got that double cup fizzin'

Finna have myself a sip

Talking shit all on my Twitter

But in real life you a bitch

Typing shit all on them keys

I'll let the llama fuckin spit

666 shit