Letras
On your block, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (other side)
Take a trip to my block, my shit jumpin' (Fox Woods)
Who is that Twitter bitch? This my company (Latinas)
He was poppin', took a L, that shit humbled him (damn)
I don't wish a loss on my biggest opp (no bap)
Startin' a podcast, on interview, he flopped (I 'on't feel him)
Nigga, I flew your bitch out just for mop (Cancun)
He get a haircut, ask his barber for chalk (quit the chattin')
No drank, uh, my shit bubblin'
Sold me Percs, uh, he was stutterin'
Yo' bitch tellin' me, uh, "Nut in me"
Yo' baby daddy, uh, he under me
I just touched down in Cali, call the smackers
Can't nobody stop this run, I'm impeccable
She was a fan, shawty with me, had to mack her
I'm a Blood, bro in college, he a Alpha
Soon I step off in the trap, the phone ringin'
The fiends can't wait 'til I get there, they anxious
Only Foxes hold it down, I got the anchor
Tried to press the bitch, he broke his ankle
First ring, call collect for bro, I answer
Free Dream, Sauce and Point, they stamped 'em
He got smacked, I wasn't there, I was in The Hamptons
All this work I put in, I need a banner
I'm stickin' dick in his bitch, he hate me
This a marathon, pussy, why you racin'
She heard who I was, she wanna date me
I can't date a bitch that be thinkin' basic
I got killers that'll turn to a Mason
I know a nigga got more bodies than Jason
I like adversity, it's 'bout how you take it
Fatt Fox, let's go on tour, they waitin'
She couldn't afford no veneers, she got braces
I know I'm goin' number one, I'm just patient
You wasn't talkin' 'bout shit no more, you outdated
The jackers hallucinatin', they skatin'
I'm drinkin' Mountain Dew, she say my dick little
Shut the fuck up, bitch, eat this pickle
Shots out, damn, he got little
My hoes in the pants, they bitter
I'm hot as fuck in the booth, I need water
Ain't no excuses if you tryna go larger
This a Tris in the pop, I'm feelin' marvelous
I don't leave drank on the table, I'm cuppin' it
On your block, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (other side)
Take a trip to my block, my shit jumpin' (Fox Woods)
Who is that Twitter bitch? This my company (Latinas)
He was poppin', took a L, that shit humbled him (damn)
I don't wish a loss on my biggest opp (no bap)
Startin' a podcast, on interview, he flopped (I 'on't feel him)
Nigga, I flew your bitch out just for mop (Cancun)
He get a haircut, ask his barber for chalk (quit the chattin')
Rank high, get you killed by a dog (hoo)
I done put a boatload on her jaws
I can hit the K all by myself, but it's better payin' a nigga to break the law
I done spent ten racks on a belt
Fed bitch had my pics on her wall
She say that's how she fuck on herself
I let her have jet sex, oh my gosh
I seen a few niggas cross out the Fox, these the same niggas lived in my home
Put him to the test, make him shoot the chopper
He clap somethin', hell yeah he got the job
I done took smackers to label meetings
They saw one check and said, "Oh my Lord"
Got a whole private jet filled with K's
And everybody on this plane caught a charge
And everybody in the Maybach out on bond
And everybody in the Rolls truck shot somethin'
I can hit the block now, make it jump
Was finna kiss the bitch, but saw a bump
I'm rich as fuck, I mean rich as shit, I mean rich as hell, and I'm GD for real
Paid BD not to touch a pen, paid this ho just to leave the crib
Paid this hoe just to kill the kid, gave her more than child support ever will
Before the fame, bitch, I been poppin'
Can't believe this rap got racks poppin'
Went to sleep, I made it, get your wallet
This for Zai, my chains on, I shot him
I'm not here to hear your war stories
Eat it first, bitch, it's mandatory
Five racks to boost up the flows
For five racks, I bet he kill his cousin
I know a pimp that's pimpin' on his cousin
Pimp a ho and break a bitch, she love it
Got Foxes love Allah, them my Muslims
Pull up, park the car, oh, don't bump it
On your block, they ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' (other side)
Take a trip to my block, my shit jumpin' (Fox Woods)
Who is that Twitter bitch? This my company (Latinas)
He was poppin', took a L, that shit humbled him (damn)
I don't wish a loss on my biggest opp (no bap)
Startin' a podcast, on interview, he flopped (I 'on't feel him)
Nigga, I flew your bitch out just for mop (Cancun)
He get a haircut, ask his barber for chalk (quit the chattin')