Lean Talk

BLADE (olly)

@killdavyn - fasho!
Produced by Chrxme & GooTheReakiest
Mixed by me

Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yuh

[Chorus]
Get that bread, that dough
Do it like I'm 'pposed
I get bands fasho
I might spend some on some hoes
Hoe just let me go
Yeah leave me alone
Yeah dat drank, yeah I'mma pour 
Put me in that mode
Yeah, and that's fasho
I can never fold
I just need my dough
Shawty gimme dome
I can't stand no hoe
Told her leave me 'lone
I be with my bros
And that's fasho

[Verse]
Yo bitch, beat her back in
You can't catch me lackin'
I'm 'bout to bring them racks in
She got me, she braggin'
Bang bang, 'bout dat action
Huh, you not in my bracket
All this swag swag swag, I'm swaggin'
I got bag bag bag, bring the bag in
Hit from the back I'mma tap it
I brought the bag to the back end
He runnin' up, we gon' crack him
Better not catch your boy lackin'
He talkin' shit but won't back it
Shut his ass up when the mags hit
He want a feat, finna tax him
Run up the racks, I'mma lap him
Just like a race
Yo bitch, dick in her face
No bitch, you won't get paid
Notice, I get the bank
Fat ass, she got some cake
Have that, all on my face
Fat racks, I get the bank
Black bitch, callin' me bae

[Bridge]
Yeah, and that's fasho
And that's fasho
And that's fasho-o-o
And that's fasho-o-o

[Chorus]
Get that bread, that dough
Do it like I'm 'pposed
I get bands fasho
I might spend some on some hoes
Hoe just let me go
Yeah leave me alone
Yeah dat drank, yeah I'mma pour 
Put me in that mode
Yeah, and that's fasho
I can never fold
I just need my dough
Shawty gimme dome
I can't stand no hoe
Told her leave me 'lone
I be with my bros
And that's fasho

[Outro]
Yeah that's fasho-o-o, that's fasho
That's fasho-o-o, yeah
That's fasho-o-o
And that's fasho-o-o

fasho!

fasho! [chrxme + goothereakiest]

EVILGIANE MADE THE BEAT FROM MAXO KREAM - BANG THE BUS I JUST FLIPPED IT CAUSE I FW IT 

MUSIC VID: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4jWEJQvlbOk

PAT MAHOME$ PROD. EVILGIANE & POCHO

Youtube: 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZZ6tdTwsYPg&list=OLAK5uy_m5yVD9Se-pioWK6OiS8CN_6Hz0Kq8gy4k&ab_channel=Skyte-Topic

Lyrics:
Ion even need no stick these hand enough 
Solluminati on a hoe like damn that’s tuff 
He upped the stick and it jammed got stuck 
Rolling 200 grams a month 
Backwood in my hand to stuffed 
Saitama when I land this punch 
Loud pack and it smell like skunk 
Money on ya head like it’s on the top bunk 
Got opps but you never dropped one 
You Tote a G5 bro slid a shotgun 
Bro where the f*ck is you going?
Opp tryna hide but this ain’t no prop hunt 
Just like a notti whole gang pop up 
Mr krabs the recipe been locked up 
Walk in fresh and I know she dig me 
I’m the whole heart of the city 
Put in a 5 and I pull out a fifty 
I’m a young black dick head call me rigby 
Why these bad how saying they miss me?
Cause I walk through clean and a young n*gga crispy asf 
I told that hoe to be careful if she drink my semen she might just get tipsy on nut 
Goddamn b*tch am I hitting or what?
Ion got no spare tire b*tch it’s a stick in the trunk 
I wake up and I’m livid as f*ck 
Cause I don’t got a hold of riches 
The way that you wake up and sit on yo ass all day you suffer from motion sickness 
It’s crazy the same n*ggas that’s you brought up with you turn they backs and grow malicious 
Gotta spell that work on my thots and and the oldest witches 
N*ggas praise me just like Jehovah’s Witness 
I got crazy, one day in sold the tickets 
Told this b*tch she a dub she can’t get my digits 
I got gas ain’t no way I’m smoking midgets

So you got the gas?
(Yes)
Are you in the lab?
(Yes)
And you got the swag?
(Yes)
Oh so you been in your bag
(Yes)
I bet you get n*ggas mad
(Yes)
First place never in last 
(Yes)
Finna eat some door dash
(Yea) 
More bad b*tches more ass
(Yes) 
Lil b*tch imma antag 

Paper on me so when I talk it sound like a mummy speak 
Got the g5 it’s on go and Ian talking monkey D 
Put that nuzzle right up to your face your fate is up to me 
Yuh yuh
Got this fye on hand don’t need company 
Yuh yuh
I’m like Spider-Man hate stu stuck to me
Couldn’t even peep my worth back then now n*ggas want some luxury 
She a lil freak she drink my kids, mistook my dick as sunny D 
How you at full volume still not making no noise 
Damn 
You a kid it’s easy to take yo toys 
In a air plane finna air strafe that boy 
Sold him fake gas n*gga got laced with roids
We don’t play dat cutting off fake ass whore 
Got thin ass walls they gon hear that noise 
Imma geek out like fletcher 
In the lad with a pot dexter
Think I turned to a guap molester 
See three dots time I text her 
My heat hot to much pressure 
Pop out we light up sketchers 
I hold this shit together

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Lyrxz:
They say I'm bout bags, I already know
They say I'm bout bread, and I'm running low
Told 'em I might pass, I ain't hit my goals
Told 'em I like gas, roll it up and poe
Been around my best, they ain't been involved
Been around my vets, we done had some losses
Pain all on my face, we done been to war
I been on my streak, I ain't bout to fall
And I make my beats, they get mad I'm on them
They been on my wave, they don't know what caused it
Don't know why they sleep, 808 gon haunt them
She done got me high
Got them speakers fried
Huh
I ain't got no prime, I just make that fye
Huh
Waiting for my time, and I got my watch
All my haters weak, they ain't been outside
Fuck a limousine, pull up in my ride
Plug always on reach, he be on my side
They wan make it out, but they ain't made a sound
They think this shit sweet, but they ain't been around
Huh
Why they sit around
They still wonder why I'm blowing up, but they ain't seen the grind
But now I got my crowd
They been on my reach, but they ain't got my line
But now they making frowns
Wonder why they out of bounds
Why they out of bounds?
Huh
Huh
Why they out of bounds?
Huh
Huh
Why they out of bounds?
Huh
Huh
Why they?
Turn it up
Bass bumping out the room
Know that
We up, see us walking to the moon
Know that
Hate us, you might walk out with a bruise
Gotta
Pay up, I know all they pockets loose
Who is you?
They stay making rules, I still use free autotune
They get mad at you, when you ain't rocking with they tunes
Wake up make some food
Forget I got no way to lose
Yea ain't no way I lose bitch
Forget I cannot lose

PAT MAHOME$ PROD. EVILGIANE & POCHO

POCHO

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