A.F.H lyrics

[Intro]
(Keep that, Paryo)
(Zetra)

[Chorus]
Know we got sticks on deck
My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads
Ran up one million as a teen, n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no b*tch, oh, yeah

[Verse 1]
Lost some friends along the way, but that's just how it goes
They true colors pop out when you start to sell out shows
You feel a way, then I don't care, 'cause I been on my own
Been in the stu' like every week, b*tch, that's my second home
Yeah, coupe, know it's candypaint
Don't care about what you think
Can't hang with us, he not gang
So f*ck what a f*ck n*gga think
My shooter, he ready, let it ring
I love my money, expensive things
I’m livin' the life that I dreamed
And these n*ggas not, that sh*t on God
They in the crib or workin' a job
Poppin' that sh*t, don't care about cost
That's not my b*tch, I'm cuttin' her off
And that's on God, no, I'm not involved
Not sittin’ down, b*tch, I'm standin' tall
I'm in Alyx, don't shop at the mall
We runnin' up like it's an assault (Oh, woah-woah-woah)
[Chorus]
Know we got sticks on deck
My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads
Ran up one million as a teen, n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no b*tch, oh, yeah

[Verse 2]
Brand new tee, got it cropped
You can't rock this sh*t like me, I got the brand new drop
Know that I'm way out of his league, these n*ggas best not talk
When I was eleven I turned thirteen, 'cause I didn't f*ck with cops, oh, yeah
I know who my friends and know who are not, no one see that sh*t from afar
And I know she wanna come f*ck with the kid, 'cause she already know I'm a star
You wouldn't believe like half of the sh*t I told you that we did on tour
We was up in the club, we throwin' them hundreds up in the air, on the floor
We was in the back of the sprinter, said, "f*ck it," we might make a song on the bus
Brought all my friends on the tour and we turned that b*tch up, n*gga, nobody do it like us
My brodie nicknamed the AR, that b*tch Hannah Baker, that b*tch gonna pull up and cut
I got a photoshoot when I touch down in LA, know I'm finna hit up my boy TRVST, yeah

[Chorus]
Know we got sticks on deck
My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads
Ran up one million as a teen, n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no b*tch, oh, yeah
And we got sticks on deck
My bro ready, he ready to shoot, gang finna aim for heads
Ran up one million as a teen, n*ggas can't tell me sh*t
So there's no way I'll go out sad, can't go out like no b*tch, oh, yeah