AyeeTwigg - FaFa Lyrics

The shit in my jay got me coughing and wheezing
This drac on my hip got em running and screaming
He cap in his rhymes that shit not what it’s seem
Imma die with my brovah on my father I ain’t leaving
I’m in my jam tryna make me a living
Twigg stay high esshit yea he up on the ceiling
Southeast bitch say that’s what it’s giving
Niggas can’t hit they target Buh swear they be spinning
Fuck all the capping push-up on ya target
I’m not geek to paint I been a lil artist
I didn’t have a mask when I went out robbin
Precise with my shot you got hit by a marksman
Reached out to some niggas ain’t get no responses
That shit ain’t bout nun I just had to cut em off
Don’t try throw the ball my young niggas pick it off
Just call me Lil Money Route nigga I want it all
I went and got me some money and flipped it
You it go down when I’m up in the kitchen
They took away my men ain’t no way I’m forgiving em
If they take brovahs imma die keep on spinning em
They say they make noise so why I ain’t hearing it
I’m giving straight pressure Ik that they feeling it
Og get the work he send it I’m sealing it
Good gizzle for ppls nigga I’m blessing it
Niggas tryna get up on me yeah know it
Lurking on my page y’all think I ain’t notice
I started my own shit y’all stuck ona old shit
Let’s beef bout the money wtf is a hoe bitch
Let a nigga diss AliasMoneyRoute
I’m making some calls we bringing them killers out
Can’t fuck up yo they posed to be in and out
I prolly get double life cuz we do not open mouths
Flooding the trenches supplying the hood
Ion talk to quise everyday Everything good
Don’t play with my brovahs I’ll knock off ya hood
And you fuck with my sisters you dead ina woods
Smoking straight pressure I’m talking bout zaza
Walk down spark sumn shots ring fafa
His man do the runner man he do the chacha
Niggas be bluffing a lot of blah blah
Get straight to that action Twigg don’t do the rara
If call up pug you see red like some hot sauce
Fattz been slide bitch niggas get knocked off
Niggas go down when cee hit that glock off
The shit in my jay got me coughing and wheezing
This drac on my hip got em running and screaming
He cap in his rhymes that shit not what it’s seeming
Imma die with my brovah on my father I ain’t leaving
I’m in my jam tryna make me a living
Twigg stay high esshit he up on the ceiling
Southeast bitch say that’s what it’s giving
Niggas can’t hit they target Buh swear they be spinning
Fuck all the capping push-up on ya target
I’m not geek to go paint I been a lil artist
I didn’t have a mask when I went out robbin
Precise with shot you got hit by a marksman
I Reached out to some niggas ain’t get no responses
That shit ain’t bout nun I just had to cut em off
Don’t try throw the ball my young niggas pick it off
Just call me Lil Money Route nigga I want it all

The shit in my jay got me coughing and wheezing
This drac on my hip got em running and screaming
He cap in his rhymes that shit not what it’s seem
Imma die with my brovah on my father I ain’t leaving
I’m in my jam tryna make me a living
Twigg stay high esshit yea he up on the ceiling
Southeast bitch say that’s what it’s giving
Niggas can’t hit they target Buh swear they be spinning
Fuck all the capping push-up on ya target
I’m not geek to paint I been a lil artist
I didn’t have a mask when I went out robbin
Precise with my shot you got hit by a marksman
Reached out to some niggas ain’t get no responses
That shit ain’t bout nun I just had to cut em off
Don’t try throw the ball my young niggas pick it off
Just call me Lil Money Route nigga I want it all
I went and got me some money and flipped it
You it go down when I’m up in the kitchen
They took away my men ain’t no way I’m forgiving em
If they take brovahs imma die keep on spinning em
They say they make noise so why I ain’t hearing it
I’m giving straight pressure Ik that they feeling it
Og get the work he send it I’m sealing it
Good gizzle for ppls nigga I’m blessing it
Niggas tryna get up on me yeah know it
Lurking on my page y’all think I ain’t notice
I started my own shit y’all stuck ona old shit
Let’s beef bout the money wtf is a hoe bitch
Let a nigga diss AliasMoneyRoute
I’m making some calls we bringing them killers out
Can’t fuck up yo they posed to be in and out
I prolly get double life cuz we do not open mouths
Flooding the trenches supplying the hood
Ion talk to quise everyday Everything good
Don’t play with my brovahs I’ll knock off ya hood
And you fuck with my sisters you dead ina woods
Smoking straight pressure I’m talking bout zaza
Walk down spark sumn shots ring fafa
His man do the runner man he do the chacha
Niggas be bluffing a lot of blah blah
Get straight to that action Twigg don’t do the rara
If call up pug you see red like some hot sauce
Fattz been slide bitch niggas get knocked off
Niggas go down when cee hit that glock off
The shit in my jay got me coughing and wheezing
This drac on my hip got em running and screaming
He cap in his rhymes that shit not what it’s seeming
Imma die with my brovah on my father I ain’t leaving
I’m in my jam tryna make me a living
Twigg stay high esshit he up on the ceiling
Southeast bitch say that’s what it’s giving
Niggas can’t hit they target Buh swear they be spinning
Fuck all the capping push-up on ya target
I’m not geek to go paint I been a lil artist
I didn’t have a mask when I went out robbin
Precise with shot you got hit by a marksman
I Reached out to some niggas ain’t get no responses
That shit ain’t bout nun I just had to cut em off
Don’t try throw the ball my young niggas pick it off
Just call me Lil Money Route nigga I want it all