cargo Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2022
Lyrics
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Bitch
Shawty finna fuck right here tomorrow
I snatch his bitch, leave that boy in sorrow
Shawty got an ass, throwing back that cargo
I am so fly, bitches call me far-goer
And you'd still flop with the bar lower, talking far lower
Don't fuck with opps, bitch they far over
You make shit songs, just tell me when your bars are over
Yeah, leave your stone unturned
If he fall off, get the leaf blower
Labels get your ass signed, I don't need homework
My bae said that I'm a four leaf clover
Said she happy to have me
And they capping, they all acting
Print out the script, and meanwhile I spit facts
See how they get mad, these bitches can't stand me
Attorney gave a discount, cause I acted clueless
Tell the salesman chill out, I already want a new whip
Aint nobody hop in less we could really use em
Break the rules so much, forgot I wasn't supposed to do this
And I gotta taste for these things
I feel like Santa, breaking and entering
Take what I need from those hating on me
My bitch like a frog (Do I have to explain what that means)
Shawty finna fuck right here tomorrow
I snatch his bitch, leave that boy in sorrow
Shawty got an ass, throwing back that cargo
I am so fly, bitches call me fargoer
And you'd still flop with the bar lower, talking far lower
Don't fuck with opps, bitch they far over
You make shit songs, just tell me when your bars are over
Asking questions, but that's not what I raise my hands for
P.O. hand a cup, now it looking like my Lambo
Said he wanna front, now he finna take the backdoor
You on some bullshit, and that aint what I stand for
I don't stand for your shit, I don't stand, like a stool
And that choppa put metal in your lungs like a juul
Bitch we pull up to the function and we acting afool
Ice on my wrist, but I still think immigrants are cool
Ayy, but it's really fuck the rules though
The rules broke, half of them just there to be cruel though
Don't blame a motherfucker for finding a loophole useful
Fuck the cops, fuck it all, yeah, what it do hoe
Talk shit, no you don't
That's a few bros cracking a few jokes at your funeral
Ask what I'm doing tomorrow, but you know
Shawty finna fuck right here tomorrow
I snatch his bitch, leave that boy in sorrow
Shawty got an ass, throwing back that cargo
I am so fly, bitches call me far-goer
And you'd still flop with the bar lower, talking far lower
Don't fuck with opps, bitch they far over
You make shit songs, just tell me when your bars are over