Lil Durk — Fashow

DY Krazy [Chorus] The way I wear these Jewelry like I ain’t have money before You was happy when I was down like You wanted me broke Plenty nights you seen my gun like You wanted me smoked Counting money round them killas like You wanna be poked I want it now like I ain’t want it before You fronted me all them drugs yeah You should me the rope The way I drive them cars like I ain’t have money before Give my heart to the trenches cause They love me fashow Fashow, Fashow, Fashow, Fashow They ain’t want me Broke fashow This shit forreal nah fashow [Verse 1] Fuck all that politic ion trust ‘em Don’t want to play no role cause I don’t love ‘em Shoot ‘em in his face you know I ain’t gone Snuck ‘em I just fuck her once you know I ain’t gone cuff her Shout out to the trenches, shout out to my brothers I can’t wife no bitch she wear them Coochie cutters On the gram you ain copped weight you copped A gram i know you sniffing that How you Get Back Gang and I know You ain’t getting back They take yo shit and you can’t get it back You can pay for it This lifestyle that I live bitch Im made for it Not that fake shit, But that real cup of Act I got A taste for it [Chorus] The way I wear these Jewelry like I ain’t have money before You was happy when I was down like You wanted me broke Plenty nights you seen my gun like You wanted me smoked Counting money round them killas like You wanna be poked I want it now like I ain’t want it before You fronted me all them drugs yeah You should me the rope The way I drive them cars like i Ain’t have money before Give my heart to the trenches cause They love me fashow Fashow, Fashow, Fashow, Fashow They ain’t want me Broke forshow This shit forreal nah fashow [Verse 2] Millions on my mind nigga every night Obey the traffic book but don’t do red lights I told them that I got ‘em now my bread right Left my bitch I got her back and now my Head right, Weed misdemeanor but that be the feds Type Come to my city with them jewelry you better Wear it light Only right to feed my niggas, more than drugs to be My niggas 808 cause Dy Did ‘em, You not gang you want a Picture, You know it real you google numbers On a Percocet, You bring them drugs I ain’t gone pop If I ain’t heard of it Momma I’m a Gangster stop worrying When I’m by myself I keep a murder kit (yea, yea) Chorus] The way I wear these Jewelry like I ain’t have money before You was happy when I was down like You wanted me broke Plenty nights you seen my gun like You wanted me smoked Counting money round them killas like You wanna be poked I want it now like I ain’t want it before You fronted me all them drugs yeah You should me the rope The way I drive them cars like i Ain’t have money before Give my heart to the trenches cause They love me fashow Fashow, Fashow, Fashow, Fashow They ain’t want me Broke fashow This shit forreal nah fashow