Faith (B Fr) lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah
(Ayy, Deeski, I like this one)
All that friendly-ass sh*t, n*gga can beat it
f*ck wrong with his ass?
(Say, Justo, this motherf*cker trim)
Hahaha
Yeah

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, slatt b*tch get shot in his sh*t for the opp sh*t
TKey pop that tool with the mopstick
Lil' buddy be slangin' that MAC on some mob sh*t
f*ck wrong with buddy? He be on some opp sh*t
Push up on him, n*gga say that I'm trippin'
PCF poppin', we stay droppin' hot sh*t
Blow out his Cutlass, he f*ck with this pimpin'
I heard one of these broke-ass n*ggas dropped salt, get active, the f*ck is he sayin'?
Only n*ggas who ain't went out bad in the city, he mad 'cause we popped at his mans
I done f*cked 'round and f*cked up my finger tryna get off, can't kill him, we catchin' his mans
Heard lil' buddy a pack and they steppin' for him, catch the rapper, they steppin' again
Haha, be for real

[Verse]
Who the f*ck started that Gen sh*t?
We the originators of the spin sh*t
Pop out with fully, we miss him, we bend again
Hit him first, try f*ck n*gga move, we get the new lo', we gon' come through and get it in
Hit his phone, n*gga, what you wan' do? He say it's no smoke, why the f*ck is you trippin' then?
Hahaha, the f*ck, n*gga? Come here, yeah
My n*gga locked up, he in there Glocked up, I still be thinkin' might split again
YouTube plaque popped up, I'm on some rich-n*gga sh*t, gettin' dividends
Flatbed trunk, take the top off, why the f*ck did he think he can spin in this?
[Verse 2]
Why?
I don't understand
Young n*gga gettin' to these bands
Huh, bad b*tches tryna throw a n*gga top, yeah
Young n*gga poppin', gettin' hella guap
Yeah, I don't give a f*ck, run that sh*t up
Run down a n*gga ass, give it up
Bad b*tch, booty fat, back it up
n*gga roll, get some racks, stack it up
Fishscale it, bag it up, add it up
Hundred thousand worth of cash in the truck
Lil' Jay Man get on a n*gga ass, zip him up

[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, slatt b*tch get shot in his sh*t for the opp sh*t
TKey pop that tool with the mopstick
Lil' buddy be slangin' that MAC on some mob sh*t
f*ck wrong with buddy? He be on some opp sh*t
Push up on him, n*gga say that I'm trippin'
PCF poppin', we stay droppin' hot sh*t
Blow out his Cutlass, he f*ck with this pimpin'
I heard one of these broke-ass n*ggas dropped salt, get active, the f*ck is he sayin'?
Only n*ggas who ain't went out bad in the city, he mad 'cause we popped at his mans
I done f*cked 'round and f*cked up my finger tryna get off, can't kill him, we catchin' his mans
Heard lil' buddy a pack and they steppin' for him, catch the rapper, they steppin' again
Haha, be for real