Revenge of Fargo lyrics

[Part I] Niggas'll talk, as soon as I see 'em I'm slapping the taste Catch 'em in public and niggas don't wanna Sing none of that shit in my face I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby Twenty-three thousand to trick on a tricky bitch I need that shit out the safe (Oh, oh, right now, right now) Get the fuck out of my face Twenty-one thousand, get ducked in Miami To cut a lil' bitch out a shape The whole world screamin' Free Tory Man, the haters don't know how to hate, uh Had a show, flew back last night Niggas think I'm out of state (nigga!) Clearly, I'm sitting inside of the celly But manifestin' is the way But I ain't just manifestin' when I tell you I be home any day, nigga, huh God got me on sage (oh) Double-R on the car (oh) Rolls-Royce, road rage (oh) Shawty managed to turn me back to savage I'm back to my old ways So baby wanna fuck me for nothin' I told her that it's okay Okay, she wanna fuck, okay She got a messy lil' body dub Don't wanna suck just blow me up, okay Call up the rest of my buddies Whenever it's up and it's stuck, okay Don't give a fuck if I only hit once I still got to fuck, okay Niggas'll talk, as soon as I see 'em I'm slapping the taste Catch 'em in public and niggas don't wanna Sing none of that shit in my face I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby I might need my fade when I get home (ah) I ain't even fazed when I get home, baby Guess I need a fade when I ge– [Part II] This shit up forever Them boys tryna murder me I cannot tell you but certainly My niggas know just how this gonna go My killies gon' paint him in burgundy (ah) He told me: Get it right back in blood I got it right back in the currency I mean, like, seventeen stairs My nigga, you know he was takin' that personally [Part III] Yeah It's three times, you know what it is [?], you know what's goin' on, yeah, uh Yeah, yeah, ayy Seven it is, I be outside from seven to ten That's seven p, m, to ten a, m Nigga, I don't got no regular friends (ayy) I see the opps in the party They jackin' and actin' all extra again ('gain) I keep the same energy when it's me Yours type of flow, tell on my friends You know I'm comin' Lead the paper, shawty, know I'm thumbin' Hit the show and niggas know I'm a dummy Rub the edge and niggas know I was runnin' ([?]) Hit the pussy with a sunstroke, yeah I'm sunstrokin' back, you know how she cummin' She say my dick overload in her stomach Was bobbin' off, see the glow in the tunnel We do it till you boys know that you fuck with whom Strippin' on me, know that you stumblin' Was playin', went to the door, got crumblin' I take the jet to every show in the summer She front it back there, but she go in the summer I lost my heart in the winter So fuck it, I don't give a fuck about knowin' the summer Bitches got dim, fuck me, I was pronoun Rich lil' bitch, you owe me the summer She ain't your bitch, she's ours now, man She ours now, man, it's slow than the summer Hit this money like a real nigga But I'm tatted up like a chore of the summer (summer) Too many bottles with too many blunts I sold the lotto, well, tell 'em it's once I'm way too rich to be doin' these stunts I'm too legit to be movin' this janky We too celly, to be movin' this stanky Bitch too close, please move off, thanky Hit 'em with the gas, hanky-panky A million times, the money is long, the arms are lanky I threw about forty-three thousand on Saturday Bitch, you strippers should thank me I [?] me a Uber shooters I got 'om pardoned, niggas right when it tanked me (nigga!) All of my niggas are antsy The chain yellow, try to yank me