Rowdy Rebel and Lil Durk - Figi Shots
For Kokane, we still get trippy'Cause for Kokane, we still get busy
But RIP my lil' bro Speedy
Tomorrow night we giving figis
'Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy
And for Kokane, we still get busy
But RIP my lil' bro Speedy
Tomorrow night we giving figis
Tomorrow night we giving figis
Tomorrow night we giving figis
Bah, bend your your block with a semi
Cueno, give that boy a figi
Jordan, give that boy a figi
RIP my lil' bro Speedy
Give us the shmoney, boy we greedy
Or we gon' keep killing for Speedy
'Cause we kill for the squad if it's necessary
So this lil' boy gon' get his figi shot
Now start hangin' in a cemetery
I post up with the squad on the fifty Glock
For Kokane, we still get trippy
'Cause for Kokane, we still get busy
But RIP my lil' bro Speedy
Tomorrow night we giving figis
'Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy
And for Kokane, we still get busy
But RIP my lil' bro Speedy
Tomorrow night we giving figis
Tomorrow night we giving figis
Tomorrow night we giving figis
These bitches shut up
Bank bank crazy, get them wet up
Tell a nigga catch up
No let up on his ass with riders
Choppers and MACs with lasers
RIP Nuski, free Nine
And bitch I pull a caper
Finger fuck the Nina, I rape her
Smoke opps out a Swisher Sweet
Headshot if you think I'm sweet
10K, you dead in a week
Put one in your head, you sleepin'
And bitch I feel like cops and robbers
You try one of my niggas and get caught like lobsters
I just spent a band on Robins
All black like Batman but ain't no Robin
Let's get it
For Kokane, we still get trippy
'Cause for Kokane, we still get busy
But RIP my lil' bro Speedy
Tomorrow night we giving figis
Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy
'And for Kokane, we still get busy
But RIP my lil' bro Speedy
Tomorrow night we giving figis
Tomorrow night we giving figis
Tomorrow night we giving figis
I done lost too many guys, I lost plenty
Get some Henny, load them things
Time to get busy
Now them boys gon' run 'em down
From a youngin' we tote Glizzys
We them boys out in our city
Shooting Glocks 'til it's empty so
Don't even fuck around
Tell the pussy if he tempt me
I design 'em like a Fendi
Slide up on him real gently
Figi shot, I spin around
'Cause it's GUN 'til the end, nigga
So tell a friend, tell a friend, nigga
And, yeah, I Shmoney Dance-
Written by:
Chad Marshall, Durk D. Banks
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