Fadah - Merch Lyrics

I ain't even got the time
I ain't even got the time for you niggas
Acting phony wit the script
I don't want not a line from you niggas
Yu a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
You a Bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
I ain't even been to church
I'm so sick and tired of preaching to you boys
I won't touch a fucking hammer
Make me go and call the reaper for you boys
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga

You a snitch and I can merch
You a snitch and I can merch lil nigga
You a woman on the low
Leave them panties in yo purse lil nigga
Should we kill him I'm like damn near
Say you real I'm like damn near
Cut the counterfit and bands appear
All fam ain't no friends in here
If I'm coming then I'm coming high
If she coming then she coming strong
Free base I might bring it home
I might hit the bitch on speaker phone
I might sell a O in 24
Plug hit me up like "where you at?"
I might hit him wit the red tap
"Yeah it's Fadah shorty hit me back!"
Smokin thrax big that nigga Soulja roll on big flats not Cadillacs
Smoking thrax when they pull me over I can't see the lights I got cataracts
I just need my own welcome mat
Before I make it to a hearse nigga
And I ain't fucking with no fake niggas
If you really real Merch nigga!

I ain't even got the time
I ain't even got the time for you niggas
Acting phony with the script
I don't want not a line from you niggas
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
I ain't even been to church
I'm so sick and tired of preachin to you boys
I won't touch a fucking hammer
Make me go and call the reaper for you boys
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga

They like "Fadah why you mad for?"
I'm surrounded by the wrong pussy
Pussy niggas tryna tempt me
Puss I'm tryna push a ten speed
Tell my Og what the lick read
In and out wit them quick knees
Clear accounts on the first, bitch
On the ground for that work, bitch
On the ground when you twerk
I might fuck around and throw some Washingtons
I got clout and I can merch
Used to put it down at Harold Washington
Now I'm all about a fuckin fucking Washington
Grant, Jackson, or that nigga Frank
Run run to the damn bank
But ain't no funds in my gas tank
Yum yum I be eating great I worried bout a bitch and I can merch
Spray something boy that shit stank I got loud beside of me that you can purch'
If you owe me nigga get to work
If you cross me nigga get to stepping
I don't wanna talk, I ain't gotta hour, I ain't gotta minute, I ain't gotta second

I ain't even got the time
I ain't even got the time for you niggas
Acting phony with the script
I don't want not a line from you niggas
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
I ain't even been to church
I'm so sick and tired of preachin to you boys
I won't touch a fuckin hammer
Make me go and call the reaper for you boys
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga
You a bitch and I can merch
You a bitch and I can merch lil nigga