#f.i.c.o.

I remember late nights, pissy hallways driving me psycho

The money wouldn't come fast enough

We was back and forth, down streamline

Moving weight was like lipo, The rest of y'all stuck in a rut

Niggas double crossing, talk behind ya back

See, that's where the knife go, I guess they wasn't fuckin' wit' us

Some niggas get the luck of the draw

For others, life is a dice roll, and waiting on faith ain't for us

When you young, you realize that you can't trust a mouth where the pipe go

They tried but couldn't love you enough

Dancе music on my neck, Where's your watеr bottle?

Diamonds, the light show, Looking like the sun in the club

If you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be F.I.C.O. I'm talkin' 850 or bust

See you really real power when you make niggas balance on tight ropes

They know they not much for the blood

Have my man shoot ya block, I'ma send his ass far as the flight go

Ain't worried 'bout ducking a judge

Keep frontin' for ya bitches, 'cause any minute repo might show

You know that shit up in a month

Heard your man was in there singing for his life, they was calling him maestro

Cause time that heavy can crush

When you pay a nigga back, like it's layaway, whispering "die slow"