Friday Fire Cypher - Sways Universe by Fashawn Lyrics
[Verse 1: Fashawn]
Yo, friends come and they go, so
I hit and left, chick on the steps
Didn't expect, givin' me neck
Flippin' my [?] to death
Grip it and rip it to shreds
Gritty and i'm gettin' this bread
Niggas is...
[Intermission: Fashawn and Sway]
Hold up, let the bitch breathe
Take your time
Ok, uh, yo, uh
[Verse 2:Fashawn]
Yo i'm young F, dumb fresh
Three chains, one chest
Aka unimpressed
Nigga, i'm from the F
That's F-R-E-S
N-O, professional
It's all love, nigga, X and O
Might just pop a X and go
Yeah, I'm from CA nigga all day
Catch me in a hallway with an AK
All day, uh
Always, got entrees, uh
So i'm serving like a waiter, uh
Y'all niggas is haters
[Verse 3: Ben G, Fashawn, both]
It's go time
Some more rhymes (Okay)
Since '09 ('09)
I been gettin it (uh)
From my first mixtape with green lantern all out to kush packs
That's the motherfuck about Ben G, i don't push back
Yeah Shade 45 this is a ransom
Sway call Kanye, you found the answer
Ben G, I'm back in this bitch
My attitude, backpackin' this bitch (ah!)
Full of packs in this bitch
I do not act in this bitch
Do not give me a Oscar
Bitch we are poppin'
The last one i pulled out the bag, this one is coming off the top
I came off the block, cause them cops is too hot
[Verse 4: Fashawn]
Hot, yuck, niggas hit 'em fuckin' shots
Like YA,YA,YA,YA niggas know that's me
Uh, fresh off the F, can't test me, yeah
Matter of fact, don't call the cops, nigga arrest me!
Young F-A-S-H-A-W-N
You niggas got no idea how much motherfuckin' trouble you in
And that's me nigga, that's g nigga
That's freestyle, no written man, that's free nigga
You gotta pay for it, it ain't free nigga
Word, word to my niggas in the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
Fresno, LA all the way to the motherfuckin' FC, what's up
CA in your area, uh , bout to cause hysteria, uh
Sick as malaria, and what up!
[Verse 5: Ben G]
I'm not a mainstream rapper
I ain't Hollywood and i can't be an actor
Where the traffickers, trappers
All you rapper straight ass and you backwards
I can't hold back laughter, you mix-eyed master, nothing comes after
I'm a crazy ass bastard, paint it from the bottom of the ladder
They say i don't look the part but i'm coming from the heart
Ain't that what you call art? went hard from the start
I walk around my city, no security is with me ain't nobody pulled my card
Nobody will, everybody chill, everybody know the deal, we real
And the flow 'sycho, but i ain't got mental patients keep sayin' I'm ill
Yo, friends come and they go, so
I hit and left, chick on the steps
Didn't expect, givin' me neck
Flippin' my [?] to death
Grip it and rip it to shreds
Gritty and i'm gettin' this bread
Niggas is...
[Intermission: Fashawn and Sway]
Hold up, let the bitch breathe
Take your time
Ok, uh, yo, uh
[Verse 2:Fashawn]
Yo i'm young F, dumb fresh
Three chains, one chest
Aka unimpressed
Nigga, i'm from the F
That's F-R-E-S
N-O, professional
It's all love, nigga, X and O
Might just pop a X and go
Yeah, I'm from CA nigga all day
Catch me in a hallway with an AK
All day, uh
Always, got entrees, uh
So i'm serving like a waiter, uh
Y'all niggas is haters
[Verse 3: Ben G, Fashawn, both]
It's go time
Some more rhymes (Okay)
Since '09 ('09)
I been gettin it (uh)
From my first mixtape with green lantern all out to kush packs
That's the motherfuck about Ben G, i don't push back
Yeah Shade 45 this is a ransom
Sway call Kanye, you found the answer
Ben G, I'm back in this bitch
My attitude, backpackin' this bitch (ah!)
Full of packs in this bitch
I do not act in this bitch
Do not give me a Oscar
Bitch we are poppin'
The last one i pulled out the bag, this one is coming off the top
I came off the block, cause them cops is too hot
[Verse 4: Fashawn]
Hot, yuck, niggas hit 'em fuckin' shots
Like YA,YA,YA,YA niggas know that's me
Uh, fresh off the F, can't test me, yeah
Matter of fact, don't call the cops, nigga arrest me!
Young F-A-S-H-A-W-N
You niggas got no idea how much motherfuckin' trouble you in
And that's me nigga, that's g nigga
That's freestyle, no written man, that's free nigga
You gotta pay for it, it ain't free nigga
Word, word to my niggas in the O-A-K-L-A-N-D
Fresno, LA all the way to the motherfuckin' FC, what's up
CA in your area, uh , bout to cause hysteria, uh
Sick as malaria, and what up!
[Verse 5: Ben G]
I'm not a mainstream rapper
I ain't Hollywood and i can't be an actor
Where the traffickers, trappers
All you rapper straight ass and you backwards
I can't hold back laughter, you mix-eyed master, nothing comes after
I'm a crazy ass bastard, paint it from the bottom of the ladder
They say i don't look the part but i'm coming from the heart
Ain't that what you call art? went hard from the start
I walk around my city, no security is with me ain't nobody pulled my card
Nobody will, everybody chill, everybody know the deal, we real
And the flow 'sycho, but i ain't got mental patients keep sayin' I'm ill