Foul Out (feat. Lil Baby)

(Yamnie got some fire, baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Young Kidd got the heat, baby) One little chopper make the whole bird sing (Make the whole bird sing) Stackin' up my dollars, hope that shit do change (Show 'em how I do) I been workin' on my craft, I think I found a new wave (Yeah) Lost my profit on the dice, I got it back in two days On the road to riches, bro, we ain't gotta race, it's two lanes (Yeah) I couldn't let her in, I left my heart out (My heart out) Hood got me screamin' out this bitch, we some headbusters We too aggressive and we ballin', we might foul out I'm quick to touch that finish line, what you gon' start now? (What you gon' start now?) I'm freaky when I fuck my bitch, I'll probably hold her down (Nasty) I'm takin' flights with all my feelings, pain when I smile (Tragic) I'm gettin' drunk on all this liquor, fuck me how you want Stella got her groove back like Angela Bassett (Like Angela Bassett) I'ma work the driver seat, my lil' dog work the TEC (Rraow, rraow) I ain't stuntin' no nigga on the 'net 'cause they ain't threats (Yah, yah) Ran into some diamonds, all I seen a TRX (Wow) She gon' go from Instagram soon as she see her check (See her check) A lot of niggas sayin' that they gon' crash, well, nigga, wreck (Well, nigga, wreck) Knew they was gon' cop it soon as they had caught a chance (Chance, yeah, to stand) Have somethin' to stand for, these niggas takin' stands (Cheese) One little chopper make the whole bird sing (Make the whole bird sing) Stackin' up my dollars, hope that shit do change (Show 'em how I do) I been workin' on my craft, I think I found a new wave (Yeah) Lost my profit on the dice, I got it back in two days On the road to riches, bro, we ain't gotta race, it's two lanes (Yeah) I couldn't let her in, I left my heart out (My heart out) Hood got me screamin' out this bitch, we some headbusters We too aggressive and we ballin', we might foul out Yeah, mini-Draco same size as a handgun Threw away all the FN, that shit went down, the bitch had jammed on me Known for walkin' 'round this bitch with bands on me All that tough shit, really bluffin', bet a nigga won't put his hands on me I go off, I don't need Céline things, just a Bottega jacket I'd be somewhere sellin' whole things if I ain't make it rappin' I'm still somewhere sellin' whole things and I done made it rappin' Know this shit ain't nothin' like it seem, I know they all cappin' My lil' niggas rockin' thirties for they belt, ain't gotta step Hundred shots inside a Trackhawk, I ain't never by myself Make a million out this cabinet, they can't put me on no shelf Shout out cuz 'nem out in Cali, they keep sendin' all these deps One little chopper make the whole bird sing (Make the whole bird sing) Stackin' up my dollars, hope that shit do change (Show 'em how I do) I been workin' on my craft, I think I found a new wave (Yeah) Lost my profit on the dice, I got it back in two days On the road to riches, bro, we ain't gotta race, it's two lanes (Yeah) I couldn't let her in, I left my heart out (My heart out) Hood got me screamin' out this bitch, we some headbusters We too aggressive and we ballin', we might foul out