Foul

Lyrics

These niggas so foul
 They'll take your life for a bag of some loud
 That lil' bitch with me, I'm pipin' it down
 Walk in the store, leave you dead in the aisle
 Bitch, I'm a K9, I'm just like a chow
 Get your own drip, tryna bite my style
 After we fuck, she get up and she smile
 I was on 85 south in the SUV finna go get P
 Got a outside plug and he waiting on me
 Got a north side bitch and she layin' on me
 Got a carbine-15 for nigga lyin' on me
 Had a lot of bum niggas go an' change on me
 Put some racks on your head, I know life ain't free
 'Scuse me, cutie, shoes ain't cheap
 Got a hundred rounds on me, so I ride around deep
 When she open up her legs I'ma go inside her deep
 Showing her true colors, she a bona fide freak
 Gotta show my true colors, I'm a bona fide plug
 Got real good bud, got a white run nug
 Got car kits on, nigga said he gonna rob me
 I think not if we talkin' 'bout new
 Tell 'em buy a new Glock
 I'm riched out I'm gonna buy a nigga block
 All these rappers got a nigga too hot so a nigga might quit
 'Cause I make more money from the marijuana shit
 Drop a bag on the scale and I drop me a hit
 Tryna sabotage, cashed out this shit
 I ain't have a car, I was walkin' and shit
 Now these thots be stalkin' and shit
 All these blues in my pocket and shit
 When you shootin' at 'em make sure you don't miss
 Got two aimin' with made up names
 I'ma go swipe with a four bust out chain
 Got a bad lil' baby and she rockin' fresh braids
 Why we never see you? 'Cause I don't like fame
 She been ridin' all night, so I know that she drained
 And these hundreds on me blue, just like the fame
 Growin' up all a nigga went through was pain
 Jumped off the balcony when 12 came to raid
 Balenciaga Triple S off-white beige
 Summerhill County, I ain't talkin' 'bout Dade
 Every year a nigga music get better with age
 I ain't gotta dick-ride, I'ma ride my own wave
 These niggas so foul
 They'll take your life for a bag of some loud
 That lil' bitch with me, I'm pipin' it down
 Walk in the store, leave you dead in the aisle
 Bitch, I'm a K9, I'm just like a chow
 Get your own drip, tryna bite my style
 After we fuck, she get up and she smile
 I was on 85 south in the SUV finna go get P
 Got a outside plug and he waiting on me
 Got a north side bitch and she layin' on me
 Got a carbine-15 for nigga lyin' on me
 Had a lot of bum niggas go an' change on me
 Put some racks on your head, I know life ain't free
 

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Duration
02:16
Key
5
Tempo
120 BPM

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