Figi Shots - rowdy rebel

For Kokane, we still get trippy

Cause for Kokane, we still get busy

But RIP my lil bro Speedy

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy

And for Kokane, we still get busy

But RIP my lil bro Speedy

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Tomorrow night we giving figis

On your your block with a semi

Cueno, give that boy a figi

Jordan, give that boy a figi

RIP my lil bro Speedy

Give us the shmoney, boy we greedy

Or we gon' keep killing for Speedy

Cause we kill for the squad if it’s necessary

So this lil boy gon' get his figi shot

Now start hangin' in a cemetery

I post up with the squad on the fifty Glock

For Kokane, we still get trippy

Cause for Kokane, we still get busy

But RIP my lil bro Speedy

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy

And for Kokane, we still get busy

But RIP my lil bro Speedy

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Tomorrow night we giving figis

These bitches shut up

Bank bank crazy, get them wad up

Tell a nigga catch up, no let up on his ass with riders

Choppers and MACs with lasers

RIP Nuskey, free Nine, and bitch I pull a caper

Finger fuck the nina, I rape her

Smoke opps out a swisher sweet

Headshot if you think I’m sweet

10K, you dead in a week

Put one in your head, you sleep-in'

And bitch I feel like cops and robbers

You try one of my niggas and get caught like lobsters

I just spent a band on Robins

All black like Batman but ain’t no Robin

For Kokane, we still get trippy

Cause for Kokane, we still get busy

But RIP my lil bro Speedy

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Cause for Kokane, we still get trippy

And for Kokane, we still get busy

But RIP my lil bro Speedy

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Tomorrow night we giving figis

Tomorrow night we giving figis

I done lost too many guys, I lost plenty

Get some Henny, load them things

Tell 'em that you’re busy, now your boys gon' run 'em down

From a youngin we tote Glizzys

We them boys out in our city

Shooting Glocks 'til it’s empty so don’t even fuck around

Tell the pussy if he tempt me

I design 'em like a Fendi

Slide up on him real gently

Figi shot, I spin around

Cause it’s G.U.N.

'til the end nigga

So tell a friend, tell a friend nigga