FOUL (feat. Luke Bar$, Meech BOLD, Jiles & FELIX!)

Wake in the morning, I gotta go get it

My palms keep on itching, there's roach in the kitchen

I hate how I'm living, it fucked up my mental

Can't talk to a ****, vent on instrumentals

I gotta get it, my mom need a Bentley, my dad need a Bentley

You reach for my pockets we pop at your belly

I seen a **** get all of the money but never did once did I ever get jealous

I put my head down and put bands together, you see how I'm coming, I want **** dead

He talking too much, I took that as a threat

I ain't reasonable, I'm like what would Jesus do

I can just pray for you, I can just spray for you

That bitch a snake, girl, you know I can't lay with you

I want a freak bitch that move like how Megan do

I eat the pussy, it taste like how mangos do

Calling me papi and I ain't even tell her to

Seem like the money make **** more scared of you

First they gon' envy you then they all proud of you, then they gon' envy you

I seen this story go 'round like a hula hoop

Come to my city, you'll see what we do to you

He only fifteen, he walk with a .22

Ain't no one talk 'bout it like this shit usual

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

Fuck all that timid shit, homie I'm swinging quick, build up some muscle

I ain't gonna tussle with none of you suckers, you sleeping till noon

Bursting your bubble, you dry like a prune

Them **** is coons, black when it's June

Show them the rules, we break 'em

Show me who lost, we'll save them

Head on the pavement, hstory X him, we don't respect him

Music get lost, we highly effective

E on his pager, he been the enforcer

Fuck being cordial, want me a tour bus, start giving orders, cool

Keep switching sides like an audible

You can't compare to our artist fool

Look at the charts, I see all this bull

A lot of y'all don't get involved with truth

The Tommy got power, bodies gon' drop

Pass me the Henny, my liquor on rocks

If Sheed bringing ten of them, five are going to flock

Meech is a magnet, her body count rising

Never content, you liking the bench

You talk like a bitch, she feeling on Meech

One hand on my-, I'm tonguing her

Motherfucker

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

Got problems with **** address it, my bitch is so gangsta, don't fuck with no dresses

Flashing red dots like we leaving a message, my mans is a crash, doubt he makes it to heaven

**** don't know what the kid like, bare face shooting in the day light

Do jail calls, I don't send kites, bend the bitch forward like I said hike

**** don't know what you talking bout, slide in DMs, now it's in her mouth

Me and ya bitch, we in dumpling house, want me to sign, I need big amount

Figure out, the gangs all homies, ****, you's a one trick pony

It's still fuck officer Mosley

Geeker in the hall and he OD'd

Tint my bitch whip feel like Jodie

I'm not a baby boy, I am a big dawg

Spent five bands in Bergdof, don't ask price, that's a turnoff

She comes with baggage like Goyard but rides dick like go-karts

I mix Stone Island sweats with a Cold Wall

I'm just talking my shit, I'm just thuggin' that shit

Put some base in your voice, you sound like a bitch

You little ass ****, little ass ****

You ugly in the face and ya mama don't love ya

Don't get no pussy, I don't got nothing for you

I spent two bands on Chrome Heart denim

This shit too easy, you ain't on my level

Back when **** sold stones like pebbles

You was fake tough, you was acting like a rebel

Whole hood had dog food like kennels

Shit had a bad bite, something like dental

I was in the hood, sit back and peep game

We pressing ****, ain't giving no leeway

If I don't hear VB we jumping your DJ

Your shit is trash, ain't got no replay

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

We don't give a fuck

Moment a silence, what's up with you, Yala? I'm standing lil' tall like a capital letter

If it's some Botter I'm coppin', the process was long but I'm here and I'm after whoever

Do me a solid, don't bring up no negative energy, shorty, as long as you 'round us

I want the spinach, the broccoli, lettuce then wake up and murder Bravado the denim

Top of the mornin', pourin' a rum and a soda when I'm off a crumb like I'm Bori

She in a mode, tryna get all our number while me and Lyor playing Ring-'Round-the-Rollie

I'm a contender, plotting that 92 Benz, let's ride through the valley together

Gimme the medal, they think they talking that heavy but really they light as a feather

I was jit up in Florida wannabe wealthy and my cousin rockin' Girbauds

Up in my city 'round **** with sticks and some all ice all 'round of me, I feel like a goalie

Make a decision, might head to the crib if I'm feeling, yo Felix, it's 5:00 in the morning

Rollin' exotic and she wanna act like a zombie, okay, you can climb all up on me

Is you up with me? When shit turn around and got sticky and you ain't doing nothing about it

That shit just hit me, I roll up a eighth and a meegi, I feel like Garnett in the Garden

Something about him, **** ain't moving the loudest but **** is knowing he got it

Triple the product, you can't get rid me, nada, suddenly shit is aligning