FYE lyrics

[Verse 1: Pouya]

Pull up with that

.44 right side of my hip

You keep on talkin' bout' your money but your money a myth

Plus you a busta'

Lollipop sucka

Wu-Tang with your honey I'm bringing the ruckus

Hop out the whip when I dip out the function

Hoes gon' follow

Swallow bottles

Shitty models

Got me feelin' like I won the lotto

Lookin' down on you rappers I am Aristotle

I am the goat

I am the one that yo momma gon' quote

I am the reason your girl got hand prints on her throat

The reason your life is a joke

Chokin' her out

Slappin' her mouth

Still reppin' that South Side Slugs

Time to put stunna way deep in the mug

Cut your neck then quit to lick the sticky blood

Nobody can flow like me

You can try your best I'll respect that

You take drop

I neglect that super hot fire like I'm not a rapper get back

If you ain't the one signing my check

I'm whippin' the foreign

Your life is a wreck

She givin' me tongue she a pain in my neck

Runnin' the underground and I ain't breakin' a sweat

Bitch!

It's only been an hour since nice to meet ya

And that pussy boy already askin' for a feature

Triple S gonna put me in a different atmosphere

I'm on another level

Ho I'm out of here like three strikes

Went to sleep with two dykes

That converted for one night because I was too nice with it

Admit it, you love me

Chopity chop you up and send the bullets to your stomach

[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]

We just tryna' get rich and suck some titties

Comin' up from the suburbs from the city

Signin' into that ass without a password

Break your wall down and sell you the plaster

To patch it up and back to business

I'm only oversea first class or business but

That's enough let's take the metaphysical

The red crystals in my window sill keep the spirits out

When girls talk make sure you only hear her heart no hearin' the mouth

Never talk to a [?]boy (There it is)

Only thing that get me paranoid is kids

Now everybody having a look like (I'm crazy!)

My pullout game is Tom Brady, I can't miss

Might sound kinda racist but head feel better from an Indian girl meditatin'

Swear I wouldn't steer wrong my niggas

Never put it in a song my niggas

SS niggas when they with me on god I'm set man

Shoot my machine gun and duck when they up

Fuck Columbia dropped outta school on my momma

Because homie I swear I'm with the sharks in the water

Oh damn then it slows down

• Artist:Pouya (US)
• Album:South Side Slugs