Revenge of Fargo

[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