Figi Freestyle Lyrics – Mario Judah
(Ayy, man, where the *** is Mario Judah?)
Yuh, what? Yuh, what? Got my slatts with me
Yuh, yuh, what?
Carti, yeah (Yeah)
Eeny meeny (Eeny meeny, yeah)
Picky ***, I want that *** that’s got me leanin’ (Yeah, yeah)
Picky ***, I want that *** that’s got me leanin’ (Yeah, she got me leanin’)
I shoot that ***, I wanna count him in a minute (Yeah)
Just give me drip, send me Carti-Cartier (Carti, Carti, yeah, yeah)
She keep that Gucci, Fendi, Louis, Cartier (Gucci, Fendi, Cartier)
And if I want designer, get the Cartier (Cartier)
I pick up that ***, I won’t show ya’ any cheese (What? Any cheese, yeah)
Tell these *** to stop it (Yeah), tell these *** to stop it (Yeah)
Don’t give no ***, I bet these niggas *** at me (Yeah, yeah)
I got my own cup, I’m pissin’ in this lean (Yeah, lean)
I got my gang takin’ and I’m ready to up this *** (Yeah)
Gettin’ money in this ***, gettin’ a lotta bank (Yeah, gettin’ a lotta bank)
Whole lotta red in this *** lil’ time (Whole lotta red)
Whole lotta red in this ***, yeah (Whole lotta red)
Whole lotta slatts in this ***, yeah
Slatt, sit there with my slatts with me (Slatt, slatt)
I just come to shoot you with my slatt fiends (What? What? Slatt, fiend)
You know that I’m comin’ and my slatts with me (What? Baby)
You know I be killin’ with my slatts with me (What? Yeah, what?)
You know that I be killin’ with my slatts with me (Slatt, slatt)
Poppin’ lean like Kylie Jenner, she’s with me (Kylie, Kylie)
That *** panicked, callin’ up prolly a *** *** (Yeah, ***)
Gimme, pop it, I’m pissin’, *** (Frr, frrp, frr)
My *** scared to pop but shootin’ at these niggas (What? What? What?)
When we mad we might pop out in this *** (Yeah, yeah, yeah, what?)
My cup red, got this shawty, mind my business (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I put Cartier all up on my bitty (Cartier, what?)
I put Cartier all up in my Bimmer (Cartier)
*** ***, we gon’ trap and he ain’t wit’ it
I pop my ***, she caught that *** *** with it (Yeah, pop up in that)
My *** pop out with that ***, she killin’ it (Frrp)
My ***, that’s Chanel, that Kylie, she made me faint (What? ***)
We give no *** ’bout it, it’s not ain’t what it used to be (What?)
We give no *** ’bout that *** ass ***, yeah (Yeah)
Can’t get no money, he’s a *** ass, pop his *** (***, what?)
My *** gon’ aim it then gon’ shoot this *** up, yeah
Oh, you tried, my ***, they gon’ bust your ***, yeah
Don’t give no *** about you, we gon’ take that *** like, yeah
I *** that lil’ *** now, then I take her out like, yeah
(Ayy, man, where the *** is Mario Judah?)