Foxes vs Foxes

Okay

Let's do it

Huh, huh, yeah

****

Uh

Pussy did my lil' brother in, okay, I see how we playin' it

Only men that can hang around me is ones ready to go to the penitentiary

I really saw souls hit the sky, I really seen killers cry

I really hang around **** 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 with lil' 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 hire a Damu to hit a Drac' at his kidney

How this shit go, when the OGs talk, I 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 **** comin' like fuckin' rookies, they ain't tryna kill a ****

****, I put this shit on a **** head for my hood, and that's just how I'm feelin'

I really had love for you, ****, I really fucked with you, ****

Takin' that lil' **** soul and life from me was 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, **** gotta be really headfirst 'bout this shit, I'm talkin' 'bout smackin' shit

We finna cash out on steamers and Glocks

****, 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 tapped

I done seen a lot of rich trap **** flop

I got dope and bad bitches in the spot

They wanna smoke, got real weed and chronic

Anybody 'round me catch an M, I'ma bond 'em out

Everybody that's around me on murder timin', ****, no coppin' out

All these **** that's callin' my phone on demon time, I can't calm 'em down

That's just really how it go in life, as it was now

Like, if any man on squashin', that type of time

Like, you can't come around me, like, that shit you can't 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 her pussy throbbin'

Bro 'nem really control choppers

I can give a junkie the keys for some dope and pasta (Woo, woo)