Kidd Surro - YEAH/FASHO! (feat. inukao)

Nigga what is you saying? I'm goin' up, and you stayin' down, yeah fasho, uh
Too much on my mind, too much I gotta find, yeah
Too many times I done gave these niggas chances over mine, yeah
Too many times niggas had their hands out, asking for a dime, uh
Now I do not care, askin' for a share, I'm just worried 'bout
Ha, its kinda crazy (ain't it kinda crazy?)
How you gon' claim when you don't?
For real though like, it don't work like that (Yeah!)
Haha, ho's be tripping now and days, you feel me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Stop claiming that you love me, when you don't
I've been putting in way too much work for a hoe
Told her if she break my heart, I'mma leave her ghost
Told her if she tear my heart apart, she ghost
Yeah, I'm taking her soul, uh yeah, fasho
My niggas on a roll, tryna take it back home
Yeah, in that Range goin' ghost mode, yeah
I'm revealing the smoke, huh yeah
Let me know if it's smoke
Try not to choke, huh yeah
I'm all in this Range (I'm all in this Range), I'm all in this Range (I'm all in it)
Yeah the coupe got wings (wings)
I'm not in your lane (lane)
Nigga stay in your lane (lane)
What is there to gain? (What is there to gain?)
Talking down on my name (talking down on my name)
Claimin' you gon' put shots in my brain (brain, yeah)
I just roll up and relax (roll up and relax)
You losing your focus (You losing your focus), over that
Nigga what is you saying? Im goin' up, and you stayin' down, yeah fasho, uh
Too much on my mind, too much I gotta find, yeah
Too many times I done gave these niggas chances over mine, yeah
Too many times niggas had their hands out, asking for a dime, uh
Now I do not care, askin' for a share, I'm just worried 'bout mine
Yeah, fasho (yeah fasho)
Yeah, fasho (yeah fasho)
Fasho, you is not gang (yeah fasho, fasho)
Nigga, you won't even claim the shit, uh
You ain't claiming shit
Why do these niggas don't claim it?
Huh yeah, claim it
Niggas don't claiming shit
Uh, She is not yours
Telling me why do you claim the bitch?
Yeah it got butterfly doors
In the coupe, pushing max when they aim and shit
Yeah, aim at your head, shoot till he dead
Do that ask what I mean, nigga you heard what I said
Who is that nigga? he work for the feds
Asking for bread, I'mma leave you on read
Underneath me, no he ain't blowing up
Don't really care, I sip up the cup
If you wantin' a share, sorry, you outta luck
You outta luck, nigga, you outta luck
Girls love my swag, huh yeah, I don't mean to brag (yeah, fasho)
But for a feat I'mma tax, 'cause on them verses you lack (yeah, fasho)
Yeah, who is you? I don't even know ((yeah, fasho)
Tell me what you wanna do (fasho)
If you sticked I'mma blam till' it blow
Yeah, fasho (yeah fasho, fasho)
Uh, Yeah fasho (yeah fasho, fasho)
Uh yeah, fasho
Fasho
Yeah, fasho
Click clack, .forty on my lap while I'm on the road
Smart ass motherfucker, honor role
K gang, I pull up with the k gang
OVO like Drake gang
You should've knew, we ain't the same thang
Just tryna get really rich (Just tryna get really rich)
Perc's give me the perfect itch (give me the perfect itch)
I need four more to feel the perfectness
Love, I love your perfectness
I hope it's genuine and she mean it
Surro pouring the syrup, ha
Think I'm dreaming, drug love fiening
Stop claiming that you love me, when you don't
I've been putting in way too much work for a hoe
Told her if she break my heart, I'mma leave her ghost
Told her if she tear my heart apart, she ghost
Yeah, I'm taking her soul, uh yeah, fasho
My niggas on a roll, tryna take it back home
Yeah, in that Range goin' ghost mode, yeah
I'm revealing the smoke, huh yeah
Let me know if it's smoke
Try not to choke, huh yeah

Written by:
Cooper Vance, Ja'Rell Tudor

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