Lyrics
We from the trenches for real, had to put these clothes on a clothes line (trenches baby)
My No Limits from the Chi call me Drench (I say Fox every time)
You put a button on that gun, make sure the Gen a 3 and the Glock a 9 (it's gon' shoot the best)
No lie, that shit all facts, I say to gangsters, "It's time" (in hip-hop)
Stood firm every time they shot at me, I sent the frrt every time
Nigga, the city so small, you gon' get off a pound or get caught out of bounds (I done got my rank up)
They DM me all locations, I'll pay for it now (through vanish mode)
I gotta chill, I'm poppin' it, I notice everybody ain't got it, tss
Gotta rap 'bout the struggle 'cause this lifestyle, everybody can't buy it
I ride for Disciples, Crips, Bloods, T's, Meeks (I put on for the 5)
Tss (we got plenty)
Every day, I can up a different switch on my 'Gram (you'll fly too if you link up with Frenchie)
Make them niggas respect your name, show the opps you ain't playin' no games
Show that bitch you don't need her, show that ho you can run up a million cash (frrt)
Get you some solid niggas, make sure they stand firm on your name
I had to learn in these streets that the judge ain't playin' no games
Gave my nigga a hundred fifty, be a man about your losses (tss, tss)
Every nigga you see me with, 'bout them, I'll hit the coffin
I was on that frontline, one day, I looked at my K and told myself
Niggas constantly quittin' their dreams, but all my dreams made a million dollars
I tried that trappin' shit (it didn't work), I tried to pimp a bitch (got knocked)
I ain't gon' lie, only thing I ain't tryna trim is that lackin' shit (they gon' blow your ass off)
I wanna do for my city, but I know they'll blitz my shit
But that ain't got nothin' to do with them kids, I still buy school outfits (it's off the love)
Uh, I know if this shit leave, then these hos too
When I came across this lick, the Foxes did too (I'm talkin' 'bout this rap shit)
Ain't no more goin' to parties, ain't no more Lori Harveys (need a real one)
When I die, bury her too
When your circle weak, it's gon' fail (hoo), I done seen it a hundred times
Protect the ticket, protect the image, 'bout him, go to jail
If he a stand-up nigga, he gon' make your bail
I done seen it a million times
If a couple niggas get shot, they'll run and tell
I respect what come with this (Foxes only)
I got shot, I took my lick
But you can ask around, Fatt Fox never went for shit
I know a couple niggas personally got rich off goin' on them hits (hoo)
I know a nigga got bodies, the city found out through a bitch (he shouldn't have told her)
Them niggas killed my auntie a couple days before I got rich (tss)
Wonder where I'd be from back then to now if I went on that blitz (hoo)
Probably be in a penitentiary, probably be in a fuckin' casket
The last nigga that dissed, now he can't say shit (on Zai)
I was in my feelings, I don't give no fuck
Two hundred thousand, bulletproof truck
The shit Zai told me goin' to the grave, but before that, prices goin' up
I got hits like Birdman and Wayne, Fatt Fox motivation to this game
I make a grown man wanna get cheese and make a 15-year-old go catch a brain
Every gun around me cocked and loaded, go see if dude wired up, Fox, get on it
I really seen niggas rat on they homie, nowadays, niggas point the finger at they mama
Fatt Fox take 'em to the finals, I'm on it
Before Bagg came, stood firm on that corner
Fuckin' a thick Crip bitch from Compton
Half these men with me fresh out for murder
I still got brothers gettin' jailed by a jury
I'll never slip, gotta hug on my jewelry
Heard a nigga talkin' 'bout takin' my jewelry
Grab my yop-yop and put on my jewelry (all of it)
I ain't never worried 'bout a nigga
Rich for real, get you killed through Twitter
I got real smoke in my city, this smoke I'm in, they'll kill my sister
This life I live, put on my back, my niggas kids, put on my back (friend)
Richest Fox, put on my back, carry all my niggas on my back
Loaded, pussy, can't go flat, to West Memphis, they say I can't come back
I got the industry watchin' my city, two hundred racks'll wipe your whole 'jects (your projects)
Phone call, come and collect (Free Point), pay dues, I come to collect (pay what you weigh)
I got more streams in the streets than Kai Cenat
I'm poppin', for real, the world'll tell you that
With a rap bitch, I had sex
I got a real gaffer on my head
Still got a bond with niggas that sleep on a mat
Free all my Foxes