Letra de Figi Freestyle
(Ayy, man, where the fuck is Mario Judah?)
Yuh, what? Yuh, what? Got my slatts with me
Yuh, yuh, what?
Yuh, what? Yuh, what? Got my slatts with me
Yuh, yuh, what?
Carti, yeah (Yeah)
Eeny meeny (Eeny meeny, yeah)
Picky bitch, I want that shit that's got me leanin' (Yeah, yeah)
Picky bitch, I want that shit that's got me leanin' (Yeah, she got me leanin')
I shoot that nigga, I wanna count him in a minute (Yeah)
Just give me drip, send me Carti-Cartier (Carti, Carti, yeah, yeah)
She keep that Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Cartier (Gucci, Fendi, Cartier)
And if I want designer, get the Cartier (Cartier)
I pick up that bitch, I won't show ya' any cheese (What? Any cheese, yeah)
Tell these bitches to stop it (Yeah), tell these bitches to stop it (Yeah)
Don't give no fuck, I bet these niggas pissed at me (Yeah, yeah)
I got my own cup, I'm pissin' in this lean (Yeah, lean)
I got my gang takin' and I'm ready to up this bitch (Yeah)
Gettin' money in this shit, gettin' a lotta bank (Yeah, gettin' a lotta bank)
Whole lotta red in this bitch lil' time (Whole lotta red)
Whole lotta red in this bitch, yeah (Whole lotta red)
Whole lotta slatts in this bitch, yeah
Slatt, sit there with my slatts with me (Slatt, slatt)
I just come to shoot you with my slatt fiends (What? What? Slatt, fiend)
You know that I'm comin' and my slatts with me (What? Baby)
You know I be killin' with my slatts with me (What? Yeah, what?)
You know that I be killin' with my slatts with me (Slatt, slatt)
Poppin' lean like Kylie Jenner, she's with me (Kylie, Kylie)
That pussy panicked, callin' up prolly a pussy nigga (Yeah, pussy)
Gimme, pop it, I'm pissin', nigga (Frr, frrp, frr)
My nigga scared to pop but shootin' at these niggas (What? What? What?)
When we mad we might pop out in this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
My cup red, got this shawty, mind my business (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put Cartier all up on my bitty (Cartier, what?)
I put Cartier all up in my Bimmer (Cartier)
Pussy nigga, we gon' trap and he ain't wit' it
I pop my shit, she caught that pussy nigga with it (Yeah, pop up in that)
My nigga pop out with that gun, she killin' it (Frrp)
My nigga, that's Chanel, that Kylie, she made me faint (What? Bitch)
We give no fucks 'bout it, it's not ain't what it used to be (What?)
We give no fuck 'bout that pussy ass nigga, yeah (Yeah)
Can't get no money, he's a bitch ass, pop his shit (Bitch, what?)
My nigga gon' aim it then gon' shoot this bitch up, yeah
Oh, you tried, my nigga, they gon' bust your shit, yeah
Don't give no fuck about you, we gon' take that bitch like, yeah
I fuck that lil' bitch now, then I take her out like, yeah
(Ayy, man, where the fuck is Mario Judah?)
Eeny meeny (Eeny meeny, yeah)
Picky bitch, I want that shit that's got me leanin' (Yeah, yeah)
Picky bitch, I want that shit that's got me leanin' (Yeah, she got me leanin')
I shoot that nigga, I wanna count him in a minute (Yeah)
Just give me drip, send me Carti-Cartier (Carti, Carti, yeah, yeah)
She keep that Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Cartier (Gucci, Fendi, Cartier)
And if I want designer, get the Cartier (Cartier)
I pick up that bitch, I won't show ya' any cheese (What? Any cheese, yeah)
Tell these bitches to stop it (Yeah), tell these bitches to stop it (Yeah)
Don't give no fuck, I bet these niggas pissed at me (Yeah, yeah)
I got my own cup, I'm pissin' in this lean (Yeah, lean)
I got my gang takin' and I'm ready to up this bitch (Yeah)
Gettin' money in this shit, gettin' a lotta bank (Yeah, gettin' a lotta bank)
Whole lotta red in this bitch lil' time (Whole lotta red)
Whole lotta red in this bitch, yeah (Whole lotta red)
Whole lotta slatts in this bitch, yeah
Slatt, sit there with my slatts with me (Slatt, slatt)
I just come to shoot you with my slatt fiends (What? What? Slatt, fiend)
You know that I'm comin' and my slatts with me (What? Baby)
You know I be killin' with my slatts with me (What? Yeah, what?)
You know that I be killin' with my slatts with me (Slatt, slatt)
Poppin' lean like Kylie Jenner, she's with me (Kylie, Kylie)
That pussy panicked, callin' up prolly a pussy nigga (Yeah, pussy)
Gimme, pop it, I'm pissin', nigga (Frr, frrp, frr)
My nigga scared to pop but shootin' at these niggas (What? What? What?)
When we mad we might pop out in this shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
My cup red, got this shawty, mind my business (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put Cartier all up on my bitty (Cartier, what?)
I put Cartier all up in my Bimmer (Cartier)
Pussy nigga, we gon' trap and he ain't wit' it
I pop my shit, she caught that pussy nigga with it (Yeah, pop up in that)
My nigga pop out with that gun, she killin' it (Frrp)
My nigga, that's Chanel, that Kylie, she made me faint (What? Bitch)
We give no fucks 'bout it, it's not ain't what it used to be (What?)
We give no fuck 'bout that pussy ass nigga, yeah (Yeah)
Can't get no money, he's a bitch ass, pop his shit (Bitch, what?)
My nigga gon' aim it then gon' shoot this bitch up, yeah
Oh, you tried, my nigga, they gon' bust your shit, yeah
Don't give no fuck about you, we gon' take that bitch like, yeah
I fuck that lil' bitch now, then I take her out like, yeah
(Ayy, man, where the fuck is Mario Judah?)
