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Foxhound

A foxhound is a type of large hunting hound bred for strong hunting instincts, a keen sense of smell, their bark, energy, drive, and speed. In fox hunting, the foxhound's namesake, packs of foxhounds track quarry, followed—usually on horseback—by the hunters, sometimes for several miles at a stretch; moreover, foxhounds also sometimes guard sheep and houses. more »

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Nah I don't trust nobody
Changing my lane cuz these lames ain't 'bout it
Bang with the thangs, my gang get rowdy
Claiming the stage, get paid, don't doubt it
I throw the shade 'cause the game too crowded
Keep forgetting names 'cause my brain's too clouded
I make it rain now the pain enshrouded
Catching the wave 'cause the lane rerouted, eh
Gotta give it up, I don't give a f*ck
Gonna mix it up, make 'em jump when I break it down
Gotta live it up, I'ma hit 'em up
Gonna fill 'em up with the pump, try to say shit now
Clap back with the black mac, hit your snap back
Catch me with the with the fat pack in the backpack
That's that, Fatal Lyrix is the Cash App
Once I snatch that you will never get your cash back
All black eyes, sold my soul to the devil, yo
Yo, on a whole 'nother level
Got no clones and I'm known as a rebel, yo
Rock and roll like a pebble
Let the Fox trot, you can hear it in the treble
Bass knock and we never let it settle
Just check the instrumental, it's all experimental
Try to keep up with my metal, I'm keeping it fundamental
I'm saying this is basic, just face it
I'm an oasis of greatness plus I'm persuasive
Maybe a little abrasive, take it the way that you'll take it
This is the basis
Don't trust nobody
That's right
Won't be no bodies
That's right
I'm just too cocky
That's right
Sorry not sorry
Yo
Don't trust nobody
That's right
Won't be no bodies
That's right
I'm just too cocky
That's right
Sorry not sorry
Yo
No, I'm not sorry that I showed up a clock tardy
To my own block party
With a gloc forty
Put you in a red dot like my story
Damn, it's demon time, she's too horny
Thanksgiving shit because y'all too corny, your sixteens bore me
Still keep it locked like a mother fuckin' door key
Yo, who locked the door?
Must be Gucci how we knock 'em off
I mac hard, you micro soft
Tax these raps how I write it off
And then we're fighting on sight and the lights go off
Like boom, here comes the, here comes the zoom
Spitting like doom and I'm spitting right through
And I'ma really say I don't really like you
And it might be the liquor that I'm sipping like juice
But we're just in here grilling, hope I don't turn to the backwards fitted
'Cause that how I, that's how I get it
Forever indebted, and better forget it, dead it
That's right, I'm spitting that crack, that glass pipe
I'm spitting that shit, y'all ass wipes
Oh, you rap too, bro? That's nice
Well, listen to my shit and act right
'Cause I don't have time for the sad type
Yeah, shawty bad but she madd hype
Well, I still lay the bagpipe
It is what it is and that's life
Don't trust nobody
That's right
Won't be no bodies
That's right
I'm just too cocky
That's right
Sorry not sorry
Yo
Don't trust nobody
That's right
Won't be no bodies
That's right
I'm just too cocky
That's right
Sorry not sorry
Yo
Foxhound going back-to-back, we coming back in black
We're making platinum plaques
We're leaving bodies stacked and while we count the racks
You better check the facts, we're coming 'round the track
Leave you on the mat like a Hart Attack
Try'na yap back don't bother that
Rock a snap back with the bomber jack
Then I walk into a room and they're eyeing that
Leaving out the back with my hand inside the tip cup
Try'na catch me, never gonna keep up
Pull an Eminem, find my dick inside the strip club
Try'na bounce me, gonna see it get rough
Oh my God, what the f*ck? Who the hell is that?
I'm the fool with the cool Dr Who hat
Hitting back with the boom bap, it's a new rap
Sweep down low, sleep now for the three tap
Let me recap, one, two, pop the kneecap
Now they seen that, big boot lay a fiend back
All my fees flat, see the check, now believe that
When I write raps I'm writing for the feedback
That's a warning, if you want in to the warring
You'll be mourning in the morning 'cause I'm storming
You're performing and it's boring, I been soaring
While you're snoring, I be scoring, it's rewarding
They're adoring all my roaring while you squirming
I'm confirming you been lurking like a vermin
I been working while I'm swerving
Don't trust nobody
That's right
Won't be no bodies
That's right
I'm just too cocky
That's right
Sorry not sorry
Yo
Don't trust nobody
That's right
Won't be no bodies
That's right
I'm just too cocky
That's right
Sorry not sorry
Yo

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