DL.Buda - Fasho' Lyrics

Rap off a phone how i'm catching my plays
Made the trap jump in like 29 days
I'm gettin dis cake you can tell by they face
I f*ck wit the love but i'm loving the hate
They showing me love n talk down on my name they bread go to waste tryna cop all da J's
Mine in a shoebox i'm learning to save
I rather stack up then go cop all da chains
They want all i got but ain't giving me nuthin
Swear i been solid since i was a youngin spent nights in the hood
Where they shootin and dumpin it's one or the other you shootin or runnin
Haters dreamin of the day ima die
Can't let em take me i gotta provide
Small 38 i need that on da side
Try to kill me bet these bullets gone ride
I was down broke now i'm back reinvented my brothers got beef
Then they know that i'm in it i don't want a glizzy dat b*tch ain't extended
I'm iggin her calls got her all in her feelings
Never been fronted i buy it you rent it
A nigga spoke down on da fallen and dissed him that very same night
I went copped me a smithon i bet to this day that his momma still miss him
Make my money then i stack on da low
Private life i ain't bragging no mo'
She threw it at me i ain't baggin ya hoe
Visit da fam then it's back to the do'
Call for da pack and i grab by da fo'
Green light, when i get it i go
Back to the trap and i'm baggin up O's i'm offin it quick cause i hate movin slow
I ont chief but i'm still wit da smoke
If dle call ima slide for da bros they say they gone kill us we loadin dem poles
I'm rocking a mask so nobody'll know
Shawty call me said she lovin the flow
She just joe me tryn touch on da doe
Said she love me but i know it's for show
She ont love me and i know that fasho

Them niggas screaming they da realest niggas, swear to god be the fakest niggas
I lost homies but ain't change on niggas, they be rattin givin tape on niggas
We living what you false claimin nigga so i understand why they hate us niggas
I been gettin cake bread and cheese just making sure my plate lookin bigger
Sellin tree got my paper up
Countin twenties got a paper cut
Sipping dirty outta paper cup
Ask ya shawty bet she favor us
She all on my d*ck tryna give up da brain but i know i get booked she gone leave me today
I ain't mad i charge it all to da game
I want money you can keep all da fame
We ain't cool why my name in ya mouth
Talkin down now da gang in ya house
If you got money what you hatin about
Ima hustler i can't stay on da couch
Different lane had to change up da rout
Nowadays, man i stay to myself my own homie tried takin me out
And that's da reason why that thang on my belt

If you ain't down to ride then you can't call me bro
These niggas p*ssy now i think they worse than hoes
They talk all on ya name soon as you tell em no, but if you don't grind for yaself
Then how you posed to grow
These b*tches they ain't loyal they switch up for dough
She prolly f*cked ya nigga but you just don't know
She ain't a hustler she a bill i had to let her go
Nobody really love you dawg and i know that fasho