Foxes Vs Foxes Songtext
Okay
Let's do it
Huh, huh, yeah
Nigga
Uh
Pussy did my lil' brother in, okay, I see how we playin' it
I'm the man, nigga hate when I mix one, rather go to the penitentiary
I really saw souls hit the sky, I really seen killers cry
I really hang around niggas that'll cut off your fingers and take your fuckin' life
Let's do it
Huh, huh, yeah
Nigga
Uh
Pussy did my lil' brother in, okay, I see how we playin' it
I'm the man, nigga hate when I mix one, rather go to the penitentiary
I really saw souls hit the sky, I really seen killers cry
I really hang around niggas that'll cut off your fingers and take your fuckin' life
Foxes vs. foxes, yeah, I see how this shit gettin' played now
I'm really Otto vibin', I really wanna see some blood on this town
I been sittin' back and puttin' this puzzle together, I'm tryna figure this out
I wanna suit up for real, but Gotti told Bagg, "Make Fatt leave the town"
Chop his head like a fuckin' chicken, when I hit the city, Scats and еxtensions
When the hoеs around, we don't speak on business
I'll have that move to hit a Drac' at his kidney
How this shit goin', the OGs talkin', ain't listen
I put the switches on my hood and the city
How I'm feelin', when I see bro, I'ma—, pussy
These niggas comin' like fuckin' rookies, they ain't tryna kill a nigga
Nigga, I put this shit on a nigga head for my hood, and that's just how I'm feelin'
I really had love for you, nigga, I really fucked with you, nigga
Takin' that lil' nigga soul and life from you like takin' away my kidney
Bro finna suit up and handle the business while Fatt Fox sign for these millions
I just called my mama like, "Quit your job" and I fuckin' meant it
I'm finna get these foxes all a pendant
If you ain't dyin' for this, you ain't gettin' a pendant
I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga, I be really headfirst 'bout this shit, I'm talkin' 'bout smackin' shit
We finna cash out on steamers and Glocks
Nigga, fox 'nem finna finna fuck up a lot of blocks
It's certain shit we can't do 'cause the feds hot
Talkin' 'bout Otto, you must want your head chopped
I done seen a lot of rich trap niggas flop
I got dope and bad bitches in the spot
They wanna smoke, got [?][1:23]
Anybody 'round me catch an M, I'ma bond 'em out
Everybody that's 'round me on murder timin', nigga, no coppin' out
All these niggas that's callin' my phone on demon time, can't calm 'em down
That's just really how it's goin', like, it's a wrap now
Like, if any man on squashin', that type of time
Like, you can't come around me, like, it ain't shit you could do
I got a good connection with killers on camera
Bro gonna smack you soon as you up the guys
Just fucked a ho with a million followers
I left the pussy throbbin'
Bro 'nem really control choppers
I can give a junkie the keys for some dope and pasta
I'm really Otto vibin', I really wanna see some blood on this town
I been sittin' back and puttin' this puzzle together, I'm tryna figure this out
I wanna suit up for real, but Gotti told Bagg, "Make Fatt leave the town"
Chop his head like a fuckin' chicken, when I hit the city, Scats and еxtensions
When the hoеs around, we don't speak on business
I'll have that move to hit a Drac' at his kidney
How this shit goin', the OGs talkin', ain't listen
I put the switches on my hood and the city
How I'm feelin', when I see bro, I'ma—, pussy
These niggas comin' like fuckin' rookies, they ain't tryna kill a nigga
Nigga, I put this shit on a nigga head for my hood, and that's just how I'm feelin'
I really had love for you, nigga, I really fucked with you, nigga
Takin' that lil' nigga soul and life from you like takin' away my kidney
Bro finna suit up and handle the business while Fatt Fox sign for these millions
I just called my mama like, "Quit your job" and I fuckin' meant it
I'm finna get these foxes all a pendant
If you ain't dyin' for this, you ain't gettin' a pendant
I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga, I be really headfirst 'bout this shit, I'm talkin' 'bout smackin' shit
We finna cash out on steamers and Glocks
Nigga, fox 'nem finna finna fuck up a lot of blocks
It's certain shit we can't do 'cause the feds hot
Talkin' 'bout Otto, you must want your head chopped
I done seen a lot of rich trap niggas flop
I got dope and bad bitches in the spot
They wanna smoke, got [?][1:23]
Anybody 'round me catch an M, I'ma bond 'em out
Everybody that's 'round me on murder timin', nigga, no coppin' out
All these niggas that's callin' my phone on demon time, can't calm 'em down
That's just really how it's goin', like, it's a wrap now
Like, if any man on squashin', that type of time
Like, you can't come around me, like, it ain't shit you could do
I got a good connection with killers on camera
Bro gonna smack you soon as you up the guys
Just fucked a ho with a million followers
I left the pussy throbbin'
Bro 'nem really control choppers
I can give a junkie the keys for some dope and pasta
