Faustoe - Sancho (Prod.Size99) Lyrics

What that shit do ya
It's the Psychedelic Hooligan
It's FAUSTOE

Dropped her ass off
Picked up where I left off
7Dayz, 24hrs
The hustle they can not drop
Tryna f*ck with me, Bitch
You can't even be lowkey
1, 2, 3, Pussy boyfriends
Tryna look for me

Tryna find me
You can catch me
With the aroma
That Kush for Men cologne
Stronger than body odor
From a mile away you can sense it
Like how I spot imposters
Dropped from the roster
A f*ckin' toupee you didn't make
The cut, You a prop
Getting no respect
You've never gotten props from your pops
Bitch quit playing like you innocent
You know you a thot
On a dick suckin' plot
Avoiding your mans cause you know
He ain't got what I got
I'm self-made
Down underground where I keep it on lock
These phony f*cks tryna keep up
But they be drinking too much
Drowning in cheap beers
And syrup
Got the whole game f*cked up
Watch me as I'm progressing
At top speeds you can't reach

Dropped that ass off
Picked up where I left off
Dropped that ass off
Picked up where I left off
Dropped that ass off
Picked up where I left off
7Dayz, 24hrs
The hustle they can not drop
Tryna f*ck with me, Bitch
You can't even be lowkey
1, 2, 3, Pussy boyfriends
Tryna look for me

Tryna look for me
You know where I'm at
Come keep it G
You lookin' real weak
Tryna beef over hoes
You see
They come around
They don't f*ck with feelings
That's how we livin
Gr818 San Fernando Valley
Where we chillen
Legal dealing
Compressin' these tracks
Before I seal em
Audio bundles droppin' batches
Steady comin' like seasons
I got no reason
To put up witcho bullshit
Who ya foolin
It's The Psychedelic Hooligan
Don't get it twisted
I can still multiply dividends
Well Awoke
They labeled what I wrote
Artificial Intelligence
7th Sense
Third Eye open like a fence
With no barbed wire attached
Hoppin' shit like I got pigs on my back

Run that shit up, Run that shit up
Run that shit up, Run that shit up
Run that, Run that shit up
Mothaf*ckas get up off yo ass