FORMAL ASF lyrics
by BEXEY
[Rume]
Oh I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to introduce myself
I guess we should let them know formally
I could start off with I'm that b*tch
Out in palm beach going wild
sh*t I been dope as some tree smoke
Or a full zip of narcotics on some king sh*t
My invest game
I learned that from my father
Not flying flags got my own thing
You don't really want no problem
Had big dreams turned to quick schemes
Turned to quick schemes
Been out here feining for commas
Bring the team with me by any means
Not a whole lot that could stop us
Bad b*tch with me my diary queen
Be soft servin' my product
But I hard ball in this industry
Need plenty stacks in my wallet
Yuh yuh
b*tch I been pushin' this sh*t for a minute
Shoot for the moon I'm not hittin' no limit
Haters be torn shee that sh*t in they image
They lookin' sour when life gave me lemons
I doubled the quota sat back and flipped it
Figured can't do notin' with nada so I had to go and just run up them digits
Needing a hero turned me to a villain
The heat that a got boutta tourch a village
Don't play with your life and become a statisic
I know that I'm wrong and a little sadistic
Seeing the signs and they made me go wild
Dropped in the game now they callin' me foul
Most of ya'll phonys and b*tches
I call it b*tches want smoke I just roll up the Ganja
Ow
I'm plugged in like a USB
Killin beats read a eulogy
Fluid heat when my sh*t release
Gotta pay me now
I need stupid cheese
These dudes out here to be super sweet
He wanna be my sneaky link?
Bro lookin' goofy like scuba steve
Boutta air em out no BB
I'm to geeked I don't need a bean been pristine
Been a f*cking queen
Rume ruthless when she hits the beat