Fabolous – Told Ya’ll Freestyle

For the second week of Fabolous’ “Friday Night Freestyles” sereies with DJ Clue, Loso takes it back to The Dynasty: Roc La Familia and rocks JAY Z, Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel and Amil‘s “You, Me, Him And Her” like the old DJ Clue days.

This one is so Brooklyn.

• Open

  Fabolous - Told Ya'll Freestyle Lyrics

  [Intro]
  Told y'all, would you believe?
  
  [Verse 1]
  I'm the type to take your chick, the one of the (?)
  Have her at the crib watchin' Money and Violence, bruh
  Shorty come to me cause I'm the one with the guidance, but
  Bang her on the low like a gun with a silencer
  Swag champ back, you just one of the challengers
  Day you beat me ain't on none of these calendars
  You throwin' shots, but you're a little under my calibre
  We play with heavy metal, boy, I run with Metallica
  Skatin' through the city like I'm one of the Islanders
  You fly like this, they got to wonder who's stylin' you
  The road money don't have me in New York too much
  But I got the shut up money if you talk too much
  Listen, if you talkin' about that man fur
  You gotta get money like that man first
  Whoever say the most hit that man first
  Put his front in the back like a fat transfer
  Like how these girls turn a gut into a butt
  And be a bad bitch when they nothin' but a mutt
  My shottas want it all, know nothin' about a cut
  You niggas talkin' about, "Take the what and leave the what?"
  Yup, I've won everything, valet life, I'm upfront with everythin'
  You don't like it, more your problem than mine
  Let's turn up and see if yours got more volume than mine
  Yeah, I know hate, sellin' sour '98
  Back then I did good, right now I'm doin' great
  Like 50 and Taraji, how do we relate?
  Tryin' to build an empire, niggas in power want to hate
  Woah, what, you mad cause I'm fuckin' your bird?
  You know I put it in my waist like I'm tuckin' a shirt
  Like, "Fuck is you doin'?", A-Town voice
  When I see your ass, tre pound voice
  Bought the Ghost on Christmas, play 'round toy
  And it's chinchilla weather, nigga, we outside
  What you know about gifts that got to be outside?
  It's too big, put it under the tree outside
  Woah, now picture me sellin' sniff, sellin' piff
  Back then my block did numbers like Taylor Swift
  Yeah, Fab Sport, what? Funeral, who?
  Loso, huh? Young O.G. gone
  
  [Outro]
  Look at me, look at me
  I am the captain now, ha-ha-ha-ha
  Fuck is y'all niggas talkin' about, boy? Huh
  You only talkin' like that cause you don't respect your jaw
  Brooklyn forever, told y'all