FadeTheGod - He Told

Can't get enough can't get enough and can't get enough of youuuuu
Can't get enough can't get enough and can't get enough of youuuuu

I'm on go, can't stop, for none of you hoes
Remember them times I was broke Now I'm a kid, I'm playin' with dough
Can't switch up on none of the bros That's some shit I can't condone
How you claim he real, he a fake? The whole hood know you told
The clip, the size of a snake I hear somethin' rattle, I'm gon' blow
Niggas say he got a bag, well let's put a tag on his toe
I'm from where it get cold, just figured I'd pour a four
Guardian angel at the back door, cause niggas will try to take what's yours

Sleep with my phone in my pocket, trippin' on hoes, you need to stop it
03, my lil' niggas marching, don't get caught in that storm, you will get shocked, bitch
Flip a pack to make a profit, hoes be regular, why is you beggin' her
Cape on, nigga, why is you savin' her? He a informant, no, he cannot hang with us
So much mud, so much trees, I brought the forest to the booth
My next, bar should be about me drivin' in the coupe
How you wake up every day, and you ain't tryna make no moves
No way, lil' bro but babies, gotta stay away from schools
We ain't trippin' on no hoes, cause this money gon' make them choose
I like my hoes in pairs, no, I ain't talkin' bout no fruit
Got a bitch from North Wales, wanna eat crumpets under the moon

I'm on go, can't stop, for none of you hoes
Remember them times I was broke Now I'm a kid, I'm playin' with dough
Can't switch up on none of the bros That's some shit I can't condone
How you claim he real, he a fake? The whole hood know you told
The clip, the size of a snake I hear somethin' rattle, I'm gon' blow
Niggas say he got a bag, well let's put a tag on his toe
I'm from where it get cold, just figured I'd pour a four
Guardian angel at the back door, cause niggas will try to take what's yours

I heard he telling
He gone rat to the judge for some leverage
He gone cap to his bitch, on the god, he a snitch
On the gang, I ain't never respect it
Origami, get a fuck nigga folded
War on poverty, all my niggas soldiers
Yeah, I'm prodigy, name a nigga hot as me
Yeah I know you can't cuz you know you not supposed to
Fuck it, fuck 'em
Nigga ain't worried about nothin
Pour it up in a blender make a slushy
Get him robbed in the hood I ain't tussling
When I ain't have wok I was drinking Robitussin
Back in the day, got the head, we ain't fucking
She give a nigga head like concussion
After you done, don't touch me
These niggas police bitch, they vlad yeah, they vlad
They some ninja turtles, I'ma give 'em shells cause they rats
Yeah, I make em mad, make em mad, make em mad aye
Bitch, I feel like Yeat I'm gettin' bag after bag aye

I'm on go, can't stop, for none of you hoes
Remember them times I was broke Now I'm a kid, I'm playin' with dough
Can't switch up on none of the bros That's some shit I can't condone
How you claim he real, he a fake? The whole hood know you told
The clip, the size of a snake I hear somethin' rattle, I'm gon' blow
Niggas say he got a bag, well let's put a tag on his toe
I'm from where it get cold, just figured I'd pour a four
Guardian angel at the back door, cause niggas will try to take what's yours

Written by:
Jalyn Magee, Jake Guap

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