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Fortebowie

Hello To The End Lyrics - Fortebowie

I done seen every nigga in the city get rich 

Oh how quick do they forget 

Oh I ain't got time for a regret 

We gon put the game in a chokehold til they submit bitch 

 

[Verse 1] 

Sick dog where the vet 

They left me hangin by my neck 

Had to find the finesse 

Cuz niggas wasn't splitin checks 

Came up on the price 

How you winnin playin nice 

Check my back remove the knife 

Vice Haus comin twice 

I was lookin for a 9 to 5 

Filling out applications 

But I just came up off a tour 

So what the fuck is you sayin 

Southside pledgin under oath 

Gold Grammy I need one of those 

Fake friends baby what are those 

Wheels turnin like a 100 spokes 

They disappear like Mason Betha 

Think they found somethin better 

Hope God hold yo head up 

Cuz boy we aimin from the legs up 

These niggas thinkin they did somethin 

Twitter got these boys gassed 

But we the only was runnin 

Leave dem hoes in da past 

 

[Hook] 

I done seen every nigga in the city get rich 

Oh how quick do they forget 

Oh I ain't got time for a regret 

We gon put the game in a chokehold til they submit bitch 

Let em in, let me in 

This ain't nothin but revenge 

Welcome to the Vice Haus nigga 

Where that funny shit ends 

No these niggas ain't your friends 

No these niggas ain't your friends 

Say goodbye to the nice guy 

Say hello to the end 

 

[Verse 2] 

Kawasaki kick stand 

City leanin on ya mans 

Y'all niggas had years 

Couldn't even make a plan 

Y'all some one hit wonders 

Every single last one of y'all 

Swear to God man I'm done with y'all 

Ask God boy I'm done wit y'all 

Too busy poppin addreals 

Guess you ain't that nigga after all 

Came fast with a faster fall 

Turnover like its basketball 

So what the fuck is we doin 

No rings Pat Ewing 

Phone off trap boomin 

Phone off trap boomin 

I put this whole thang on my mama I'm runnin up commas until we extinct 

I'm runnin on premium, these niggas medium, bruh what the fuck did u think 

We do not flip flop these boys Love & Hip Hop 

Beefin wit niggas and bitches forever boy you was never the tip top 

Boy this shit hot 

[Hook] 

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