Bosse - F.A.J.F.T.C.A.F.E. Lyrics

Ain't no Margiela on my shoe
But bitch I run em through
I'm runnin' through these checks
Ain't got no self respect
I got this 9 I self protect
C6ld X Bosse we up next
Middle finger to the rest
I'll put a blade right in your chest
Screamin' southwest and throwin' up a 3
'Cause it's SW6 til the mothaf*ckin' death
Throw your set
Throw your set
Throw your set
Throw it up
'Cause if you don't give a damn you know we don't give a f*ck
Kill 'em all
Throw dead bodies on the floor
Had your bitch down on her knees crying real tears begging for more
I got your mama in my sauna sweating balls and sucking dick
I'm a sad boy bitch
But I'm ridin' with a f*ckin' stick
And I got that red dot with it
F*ckboi have yourself a sit
Got that double cup fizzin'
Finna have myself a sip
Talking shit all on my Twitter
But in real life you a bitch
Typing shit all on them keys
I'll let the llama f*ckin spit
666 shit