Been Fweago - SpaceGhostPurrp

My nigga straight up, rest in peace my nigga Jitt

Can’t get a job, hustle for the money

You can’t get bitches if you ain’t got money

Now ain’t that funny

Money is my God, I worship money

Money is my Lord, ain’t life hard

Can’t get a job so you try to sell coke

Life ain’t a joke, I know what it’s about

You can’t trap coke in the motherfuckin draught

Put your fingers up, scream fuck love

Cause love get you killed so you better use a glove

And when I say glove, I’m talking about that rubber

Check that bitch mouth, man, before that bitch suck you

And if that bitch fuck you, you tell the whole world

Run your mouth like a bitch and a lil ass girl

If that bitch fuck a lot

that don’t make her a slut

If that bitch hate rubbers

then that ho is a bust

See a nigga getting cake though

See a nigga been fweago

Ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride

Ride with your boy, ride with your boy, ride

Bad yellow bone, kissing on a caramel

I’m sitting there watching while my dick hard as hell

hella racks

while these bitches get it in

Put the cash in the safe, fucked her and her friends

Doing hella sins

I wanna get your main bitch high with the blunts

Bummy ass nigga with a bad ass bitch

That shit don’t mix

so I took that bitch

Niggas wanna snitch cause they see me getting rich

Think a nigga selling coke but I’m steady making hits

So a nigga up in this shit

NASA Gang in the clique now Raiders in the game

Bitch we all want?

so we rep the same thing

Better rep yourself, better rep your own gang

No I ain’t a hater but fuck Taylor Gang