Foogaze

Look I’m tired of the foogaze I been ina daze tryna see where My mind gone I done been in a trap wit hella Dirty straps Got a bag I get mine gone Fuckin dees hoes But this lust in my styrofoam Spin on yo block Fa dat cash now yo mind blown Switch on a hoe fuck ha friend I’m only in dis fa inns I only want us to win Fuck cuttin a check You ain’t gang you ain’t kin Servin da knicks For da guap jermy Lin I got bros wit the six But I’m bangin da fin Foreign lil bitch You can bet she a Ten Ain’t no cap in my raps All I speak bout is sins Chasin dees racks It’s a race to da end I put bro Ona job He gone hawk yo ass in I pullup wit gang ina Benz You can’t swim wit the sharks We gone bite off yo fin Toatin dis glock but I like f&n Fuck yo bitch off a perc Now she want it again Pushin dis weight Like my life finna end Only hang wit the bros But the benjis my friend If you ain’t wit the squad then You ain’t gettin in Have a hoe get you pop for Dat shit you been sayin It’s a race to the guap you at the End You reach ima blow no Pretend Got stripes in these streets like I’m Ken If you make the wrong move They gone do yo ass in I get ghost on a hoe alley oop to My mans You ain’t starve wit this crew You can’t stack on this plan I had dreams bout this doe All I think bout is bands I was out duckin cops You was playin in da sand Fuck a hoe if she dont blow on Demand I sold coke at da sto like a brand Pour a four I shoot slow but it Land Bodies drop to the flow you gone Rat on yo mans I need ten bands or more Or dat flight ain’t gone land If you claim you my bro Bet not get onnat stand If I can’t find yo door Ima shoot at ya mans You ain’t talkin no check What the fuck is you sayin Whole gang pop out toatin Bands Took you off then I sold to yo Friends I get cake you can tell by da Stance How you claim you gone shoot But you froze onnat plan Pop a perc den sip lean Das a whole different man I go beast fa da gang I’m King Kong Ona xan Had to scale up that work For dat kash In advance Tryna stack up this cake Till it pop rubber bands Look I’m tired of the foogaze I been in a daze tryna see where My mind gone I done been in a trap wit hella Dirty straps Got a bag I get mine gone Fuckin dees hoes But this lust in my styrofoam Spin on yo block Fa dat cash now yo mind blown Switch on a hoe fuck ha friend I’m only in is fa inns I only want us to win Fuck cuttin a check You ain’t gang you ain’t kin Serving da knicks For da guap jermy Lin I got bros wit the six But I’m bangin da fin Foreign lil bitch You can bet she a Ten Ain’t no cap in my raps All I speak bout is sins Chasin dees racks It’s a race to da end I put bro Ona job He gone hawk yo ass in