Lyrics
I just bumped some new feets, see I was with Keek and I was touring
We was halfway across the border, I spoke to her cuz she was gorgeous
The XJL jaquar and the insides so enormous
The peanut butter seats with the peanut butter floor bed
Tables in the back make you wanna sit and take a portrait
I was sliding through the city like I didn't have a warrant
In my city, I'm important, everything I'm on is scorching
My whole team is full of scorers with three bitches having a foursome
Tag still on my shirt, acting like I can't afford it
Sending feet's to get it for me, stealing nowadays is boring
Staring at the glory but don't wanna go through the journey
I know you really want the money, I see you really want the fortune
Niggas try to knock me for my feet's , see that's some dork shit
You can't profit from her hoin' unless the prostitute is going, Real,
Yeah, see you can't profit from her hoin' unless the prostitute is going, Real,
Sliding to the neck with me heck on me
Loafed up, pocket full of celery
Big bag like I'm bringing in the groceries
Hoe for me, bust down baby or hit that pole for me
You ain't never met a nigga this cold as Keek
Cold hearted, ice box chilling where my heartbeat
Fucked up, loss love, when she took Zay from me
Chain hanging, man I wish a nigga take something
OT, getting green, yashabbabethy
Cuddled up with tooterleen, aye aye, siete
You can't name some foots that I had that I didn't bleed
Push up, bump him for his work ,then i leave
My feet's, don't pop no yerrky's but she pop beans
I don't really want no feet's if that don't pay p