F.u.s. Lyrics – Touchmon3y

F.u.s. Lyrics by Touchmon3y

I took my time made a wave
Aye aye
I took my time made a way
I took my time made a way

When they said it was broke I made it work
Even when I was broke they ain’t know
When it got outta hand
Went grabbed some work

Bagged it straight out the two four
Chopped up 5 grams built it to 10
Then went and got me some more
Aye

f#ck Uncle Sam
Lawd knows I hate being broke
Aye
Now they got a reason to hate me some more

Whoa
Can’t keep it on the low
I keep it on loadеd
Keep it on the low

In my own lane case I had to shoot
Ayе
2 3
32 shoot on their zone

Walk em down
Me and my whoa
I keep a kane on the walk around
With kick like Lu cane

That’ll keep you on ya toes
Bullets gone creep you when ya guard is down
ZAY told me stop playing that’s on my soul
I’m one way I don’t f#ck round I’m then toes

I took my time out and I made it work
Ot where the hurst
Ot flipping birds
Og’s getting served

Clocked in made it worse
I took my time out and made it work
Planted straight in the concrete arose straight out the dirt
Crush it up

Bag it up
Soap
f#ck up the game watch me work
Back when a n#gg# was broke

Come around get a fix shyt gave me hope
Gotta keep around a couple tools too
Gotta keep a couple screws loose
Cause these n#gg#s bird out here

Coo-coo
Real shyt
Roll around with the 40 make feel it
I took my time made a way

I took my time made a way
When they said it was broke I made it work
Even when I was broke they ain’t know
When it got outta hand

Went grabbed some work
Bagged it straight out the two four
Chopped up 5 grams built it to 10
Then went and got me some more

Aye
f#ck Uncle Sam
Lawd knows I hate being broke
Niccas ain’t real they all jokes

Keep the heat in winter no coats
You ain’t know a niccas heart froze
Roll around 40 below that 40 no cold
Tongue stuck on the pole

All my whoa’s on green go
My hooper a bucket he shoot like poor
Not a sound
There they go talking when I’m not around

Walk em down
Me and my whoa
I keep a kane on the walk around
With kick like Lu cane that’ll keep you on ya toes bullets gon creep you when ya guard is down

ZAY told me stop playing that’s on my soul
I’m one way ion f#ck round I’m 10 toes
I took my time out and I made it work
I’m with ya b#tch something like I’m her purse

I’m getting rich now they calling me bro
Kept my head up when a nicca down low
Huh whoa
That nicca their cold

Calm vibe
Looking drippy
Y’all niccas do the most
A nicca getting to the bread

I gotta keep a toast
Took the time out now a nicca living more!
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