Fauva Gahd - Who Ready?

Uh yeah
Uh yeah
Uh yeah
I ain't take 301
In a long time
Took a trip down south
Fish fry outside rock golds In they mouth we got eyes
Outside got poles in the House g ma
Kirkin off ain't No in and out sticked up like
A cabin blue face genie they Callin me Aladdin
Rs on the whip
Get ghost in a Phantom
Fold up stock
With da scope
On the cannon
I'm more John Wick
You more John Madden
Putting points on the board Feeling like McFadden
What it do Nephew
Still swiping and scamming
I'm outside
Still juggin and jamming
Uh Yeah
Call up Kevo
He say what's the ticket
Oh that's some short SHIT We call it a Midget
Yeah I gahdda see it
I need the specifics
I need the logistics
We bag it and vac it
We stamp and ship it
Put it In the dirt
We grow then we pick it
I'm the dusky demon
The rap Willie Pickett
Bill
My city say Mo
My city say kill
My daddy do dope
You don't how how that feel You don't know what's it like To see a grown man ill
Riding round wit da iron
Im a man of the steel
Boy I do this for GiGi
And Gianni Musa and Merci And Michoe as you can see I'm bout my ppl
Seen it on the camera
No for the peep hole
Feeling all that
But my name ain't Keenan Don't care about Saks
I don't care about Neiman's
You fighting them drugs
You ain't fighting
No demons
Can't wash these
Gotta take em
To the cleaners
My rooski in Russia be whippin them beemers
Shout out to Dimitri
He can't wait to see me Shout out to Savelli
Turnt up at the Telly
Almost murdered
My friends boy
I thought I was Melly
They just locked up bruvah
He Don't fuck wit his celly
Cause he don't take baths And the nigga be smelly
Found out one my dawgs Got a crush on Chelly
She ain't give em no play Something like R Kelly
Still smoking on Kiesha
Like the baddie from Belly
Pulled up round the 6 CRANKIN that FauvaVelli Who Ready

Written by:
Nicholas Bell

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