YL - FFH Lyrics

Back in the back of the Hearst
You niggas is lackin get merked
Back in the back ina dirt
That's where i be stashin the work
Down in the back of her purse
Is where i be stashin the burner
If these Niggas wanna try me
Try me
Fucc round
End up murdered
Fuccin wit a fast learner
Then i hit the dash & roll up
Sippin up on a cream soda
Ayatola of rock & rolla
Inner circle full of gunnas
Have yo ass slumped ova
In the Corner
Lookin like you ina coma
Mf i thought i told ya.
20 crips in the back
That's just how they Rollin
Pack of the pack of the runtz
Nigga thas all we blowin
Nigga I'm high like potus
Bitches by the dozen they show up
Just to get a chance at a close up
Shootin her shot just to blow us
Took a little picture
Got my little issue
Like the nba
Nut to the face
Put the bitch ona poster
Lotta green in my pocket
Laughin to the bank
Like I'm the goddamn joker
If you niggas want the smoke
Niggas i pop like smoke
No this ain't no joke
I Get the bag
Like give & go
No matter rain or snow
Crazy stories in my brain
Thas how I'm raised
Unfortunately that's all iknowp
Hard times
Had to sleep in the cold
Had them blankets in the backseat
While On the way to the store
Workin that 9-5
Niggas was working
In the cold
Trappin in the lac
Back to back
Up and down
On the road
Nigga name Swift
Ya my nigga
He stay trained to go
Like that man django
Slayin bitches
Like the bang bros
Pullin up in that
Range rover
Nigga You know its
Game over
Callin this shit
The takeover
Got more green
Than a 4 leaf clover
Drinkin lean buy it
By the bulk
Got these pills
Call it Lil boat
Got a bitch and
She doin coke
Did her makeup in
The mirror right
Before the show
Couple bands coming
Thru the door
Couple mo out
The backdoor
Nigga booked if
You don't know
Now you know
Did some bad things
Got a crazy story
Did some bad things
Time to hear my story
Had some bad dreams
Hope you pray for me
Hope my granny my uncle
& the homies waiitin for me