Geordan Favors - Isaiah Rashad, Deanté Hitchcock

Got some favor on me

Don’t cross the line, talkin' bout

I got some favor on me

Don’t cross the line

(Whole, whole, whole squad)

M-My woadie keep that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker

My woadie got that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker (Bitch)

My woadie got that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker

My woadie got that ratchet

My woadie got that ratchet

Bitch

Yeah, outside baby it’s a arms race

Baby it’s a 10−4

Baby it’s a can you hit me back yea

Down side, baby it’s a warm day

Swing around the north coast

Baby it’s a can you hit me back (Bitch)

My demons hit me back like every time that I was drunk

My demons hit me back like every time when I was slumped

My demons ain’t relaxing, ain’t relaxing but I’m in charge

He know I keep that ratchet

He know I keep that ratchet

M-My woadie keep that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker

My woadie got that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker

My woadie got that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker

My woadie got that ratchet

My woadie got that ratchet

(Whole squad)

I got some favor on me

Don’t cross the line, talkin bout

I got some favor on me

Don’t cross the line

(Uh)

My nigga brought it back, he can’t relax while on them bars

My nigga brought it back, he can’t relax while on them bars

My nigga brought it back, he can’t relax while on them bars

He know I got that ratchet

I know he got that ratchet

Okay, okay, If you don’t fuck with me then get the fuck

And stay the fuck from 'round

The world done fucked me up

Tell me what’s the play cause you know I’m down

Ratchet on my side, hope I’m making Juicy J proud

And I know my way 'round

That trigger slide on niggas like playgrounds

Okay now, God a funny nigga

How I’m conscious that I lost my conscious

Got the 30 on me, he got the 32

All my niggas look like Magic Johnson

Brought my little partner had the magnum on him

Way before he ever had to buy a condom

If he buy a condom, it’s to fuck the world

She done screwed a lot of niggas at the bottom

We was kids hittin' backflips, on them pissy ass mattresses

Practicin' then flower, way before I blacked the swig

Knocking wheels off axis'

Act as if we fine, pour a cup of that Activis

I coulda been me an activist

We see them acts of crime

Ended up as a catalyst

For all the motherfuckin' madness'

Shattering my mind

Dark times my nigga

We was s’possed to be the light bearers

When my partner died, I ain’t even had time to cry

It was in morning havin' night terrors

And I never addressed it, I don’t write letters

Once you get the grieving you’re a goner

I ain’t pussy, push me if you wanna

See my lil' woadie keep it on 'em

(Lil' bitch my woadie)

I got some favors on me

Don’t cross the line, talkin' bout

I got some favors on me

Don’t cross the line

M-My woadie keep that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker

My woadie got that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker

My woadie got that ratchet he might kill a motherfucker

My woadie got that ratchet

My woadie got that ratchet

Bitch

My woadie-, might kill a motherfucker

My woadie-, might kill a motherfucker

My woadie-, might kill a motherfucker

My woadie, My woadie, My woadie