Long live all my dawgs, band-aids for all my scars
Been shootin' for the stars
Who would've thought I'd get this far
All this pain that we done felt
Played the hand that I was dealt
And when it's up, we keep it stuck
They catch em, he gon' get the belt
Get what I want fasho, fasho
Young and turnt fasho fasho
Might hit Sacks and drop a bag
I'm on his ass fasho fasho
You ask me questions, I don't know
When we die, where do we go
My youngin' say he ready to die
He on that block trying up the score
I might pop out new Givenchy
I mix Prada with Balenci
How you proud of me and shit
When I ain't never had your interest
I'm like Popeye off the spinach
Now I'm a star, look how I glisten
And I'm on the road to riches
Big bro on the stove, he whipping
I put on for all my people
Dropped a tape without no features
In the desert with them eagles
Shovel diggin' deeper, deeper
My heart cold, shit, I'm anemic
I make art no Mona Lisa
And I knew I was the one since me and Pops was in that Regal
Press record and watch I turn it up I rip the shit to flames
Thought that we was picture perfect, then you didn't fit the frame
Niggas dying, bout a name
Free scrap out them chains
Have you ever put in pain and then you still ain't get no gain, nigga
On the road, I'm like two,000 miles away from home
And it's room a full of people and I still feel alone
That nigga FTL be faking, we gon' get him gone
Switch, switch, blick, blick I sign and buy a nigga soul
Get to that bag fasho
Take pics, I tote them poles
Tahoe out on that road
Fly in knock out the show
I'm with gang family only
My diamonds rose gold
My neck look like a trophy
I had to let it go
Bitch, we ain't even lit
Try run up, wipe me down I'll sit you down
On my hit list I got the baddest bitches in my town
Got my wrist lit I hope that I don't never run out of time
Blood sound like it's tellin' rumors I'll air this bitch out
Dior mix with that Fendi
Versace chrome heart
My call log off the Henny
I got your whole heart
I got on stacked Amiri
Like baby four pockets
A-list I rock McQueen
From rockin' foamposites
Got what I want fasho fasho
Got that bag fasho fasho
I went turned up fasho, fasho
Now they pay me for a show
What I be on bet they don't know
Be with that bag, can't let it go
What I be on you better know
When I be on, look at the glow
Get what I want fasho, fasho
Young and turnt fasho fasho
Might hit Sacks and drop a bag
I'm on his ass fasho fasho
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FTL Jaii - Fasho Fasho (feat. Givenchy Bandz) Lyrics
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Long live all my dawgs, band-aids for all my scars
Been shootin' for the stars
Who would've thought I'd get this far
All this pain that we done felt
Played the hand that I was dealt
And when it's up, we keep it stuck
They catch em, he gon' get the belt
Get what I want fasho, fasho
Young and turnt fasho fasho
Might hit Sacks and drop a bag
I'm on his ass fasho fasho
You ask me questions, I don't know
When we die, where do we go
My youngin' say he ready to die
He on that block trying up the score
I might pop out new Givenchy
I mix Prada with Balenci
How you proud of me and shit
When I ain't never had your interest
I'm like Popeye off the spinach
Now I'm a star, look how I glisten
And I'm on the road to riches
Big bro on the stove, he whipping
I put on for all my people
Dropped a tape without no features
In the desert with them eagles
Shovel diggin' deeper, deeper
My heart cold, shit, I'm anemic
I make art no Mona Lisa
And I knew I was the one since me and Pops was in that Regal
Press record and watch I turn it up I rip the shit to flames
Thought that we was picture perfect, then you didn't fit the frame
Niggas dying, bout a name
Free scrap out them chains
Have you ever put in pain and then you still ain't get no gain, nigga
On the road, I'm like two,000 miles away from home
And it's room a full of people and I still feel alone
That nigga FTL be faking, we gon' get him gone
Switch, switch, blick, blick I sign and buy a nigga soul
Get to that bag fasho
Take pics, I tote them poles
Tahoe out on that road
Fly in knock out the show
I'm with gang family only
My diamonds rose gold
My neck look like a trophy
I had to let it go
Bitch, we ain't even lit
Try run up, wipe me down I'll sit you down
On my hit list I got the baddest bitches in my town
Got my wrist lit I hope that I don't never run out of time
Blood sound like it's tellin' rumors I'll air this bitch out
Dior mix with that Fendi
Versace chrome heart
My call log off the Henny
I got your whole heart
I got on stacked Amiri
Like baby four pockets
A-list I rock McQueen
From rockin' foamposites
Got what I want fasho fasho
Got that bag fasho fasho
I went turned up fasho, fasho
Now they pay me for a show
What I be on bet they don't know
Be with that bag, can't let it go
What I be on you better know
When I be on, look at the glow
Get what I want fasho, fasho
Young and turnt fasho fasho
Might hit Sacks and drop a bag
I'm on his ass fasho fasho
Been shootin' for the stars
Who would've thought I'd get this far
All this pain that we done felt
Played the hand that I was dealt
And when it's up, we keep it stuck
They catch em, he gon' get the belt
Get what I want fasho, fasho
Young and turnt fasho fasho
Might hit Sacks and drop a bag
I'm on his ass fasho fasho
You ask me questions, I don't know
When we die, where do we go
My youngin' say he ready to die
He on that block trying up the score
I might pop out new Givenchy
I mix Prada with Balenci
How you proud of me and shit
When I ain't never had your interest
I'm like Popeye off the spinach
Now I'm a star, look how I glisten
And I'm on the road to riches
Big bro on the stove, he whipping
I put on for all my people
Dropped a tape without no features
In the desert with them eagles
Shovel diggin' deeper, deeper
My heart cold, shit, I'm anemic
I make art no Mona Lisa
And I knew I was the one since me and Pops was in that Regal
Press record and watch I turn it up I rip the shit to flames
Thought that we was picture perfect, then you didn't fit the frame
Niggas dying, bout a name
Free scrap out them chains
Have you ever put in pain and then you still ain't get no gain, nigga
On the road, I'm like two,000 miles away from home
And it's room a full of people and I still feel alone
That nigga FTL be faking, we gon' get him gone
Switch, switch, blick, blick I sign and buy a nigga soul
Get to that bag fasho
Take pics, I tote them poles
Tahoe out on that road
Fly in knock out the show
I'm with gang family only
My diamonds rose gold
My neck look like a trophy
I had to let it go
Bitch, we ain't even lit
Try run up, wipe me down I'll sit you down
On my hit list I got the baddest bitches in my town
Got my wrist lit I hope that I don't never run out of time
Blood sound like it's tellin' rumors I'll air this bitch out
Dior mix with that Fendi
Versace chrome heart
My call log off the Henny
I got your whole heart
I got on stacked Amiri
Like baby four pockets
A-list I rock McQueen
From rockin' foamposites
Got what I want fasho fasho
Got that bag fasho fasho
I went turned up fasho, fasho
Now they pay me for a show
What I be on bet they don't know
Be with that bag, can't let it go
What I be on you better know
When I be on, look at the glow
Get what I want fasho, fasho
Young and turnt fasho fasho
Might hit Sacks and drop a bag
I'm on his ass fasho fasho
Writer: Jaiden Paschal
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