Top Songs By Yung Fazo
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yung Fazo
Vocals
Tana
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Fazan Munshi
Composer
Taylor Chavis
Composer
Steven Lewis Jr
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BrokeBoiTaylor
Producer
Robert Gemmel
Mixing Engineer
Fazan Munshi
Engineer
Steven Lewis
Engineer
Lyrics
She say I'm too cool, I'm too fly
Look at my swag now
I got too much cash
Walk into saks, I pop tags now
Yeah, look at my fit, look at my drip
Look at my swag now
Remember I was broke
Yeah, I had to go get them bags now
Did this shit myself
I ain' ever gon' take no handouts
Tell her buss it down
On some real shit
I'm tryna feel shit
You know my brothers kill shit
On some drill shit
She gon pull up to get dick
Suicidal she gon' slit wrist
See me and she ask if I miss this
A lot of y'all act for the net but I really just live this
I just be going to fast the whip is just stick shift
Tell her that I really love her, I don't mean it
All the ice on my neck, the brand new Patek
Yeah it got me seasick
Mama taught me not to flex, but i learned to flex
It feel like i'm dreaming
Had to go run up a check, and she double back
Yeah she wanna see me
I'm finna bust on her back, and pull out her tracks
That lil hoe screaming
These bro-broke **** mad
'Cause we counting cash, **** think we beefing
Glocky on my lap, if he want the smoke
He could catch a beating
And I got a fourteen of that gas, so now I'm chiefing
And I stay with that gat incase they run in while I'm sleeping
And the choppa bullet going blat when I'm at ya trap,
Bitch watch how I sneak in
Pick ya bitch up in a rolls, she rocking a robe
And now we sleeping
I could tell from the start that, that hoe was on go
<span begin="1:25.542" end="1:26.558">I gave her the blunt she was chiefing</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="1:26.645" end="1:31.724">(woah, woah, woah, woah)</span></span>
Bitch I'm a motherfucking rockstar
Pop out with that guitar
**** think I'm a popstar
Try to run hewont get far, Yeah
She say I'm too cool, I'm too fly
Look at my swag now
I got too much cash
Walk into saks, I pop tags now
Yeah, look at my fit, look at my drip
Look at my swag now
Remember I was broke
Yeah, I had to go get them bags now
Did this shit myself
I ain' ever gon' take no handouts
Tell her buss it down
On some real shit
I'm tryna feel shit
You know my brothers kill shit
On some drill shit
She gon' pull up to get dick
Written by: Fazan Munshi, Steven Lewis Jr, Taylor Chavis