Foxes vs Foxes

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

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 extensions

When the hoes 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 Red Wing cocked

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, I can't calm 'em down

That's just really how it's goin', like, as of right now

Like, if any man on squashin' it 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 ganja

Just fucked a ho with a million followers

I left the pussy throbbin'

Bro 'nem really control choppers

I can't get a junkie to kill you for some dope and pasta