FIFAFOFUM! lyrics

[Hook: Left Brain]
FIFAFOFUM! n*gga I ain't playing with ya! (x8)

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats]
n*gga I ain't playin with ya, FIFAFOFUM
No I ain't no law giving, police ain't no fun
I give it right back to you when it's fleece I lease and Hogan
Cause this world crazy, in this crazy world I bang a piece like drum
I bang the East, West, Midwest, South and North b*tch I'm worldwide
Hit it with a new wave, it's the new school, new day paying terse tides
Getting krit like Rulay, hooray, throwing money today, never knowing when I'm gonna die
f*ck, I buy my Kool-aid, two shade, you'd hate, Dude, Hey! Where's my car?
Cause I'm all about my f*cking drive
A little n*gga in the back, bobbing his head, telling me to drive fast
I look back and see the kid playing with his die cast
We going to the store to get a plane with your fly ass
Then the Philippines so we can go and see the Triads
I really live the dream, you're getting gastric bypass
My n*ggas on the scene, pulling b*tches by the eyelash
And they got a lot of questions, but why ask?
I do it better three times, you n*ggas tra-ash

[Hook: Left Brain]

[Verse 2: Hodgy Beats]
The only reason I'm here is to speak with my voice
All these freakaleaks and cheateries want a say but have no choice
So I choose which lane to speed, double-auto means Rolls Royce
A n*gga rough riding, your bluff is dying
I'm up so much n*gga f*ck a horizon
Moon's in the skies meet the mountains and the lions
I'm the beast in the woods, you're chasing him down to find him
Can't find him? Little n*gga he coming up right behind you
I'm a Suwoop diamond, one in a million, I'm shining
Call me your highness, throw flows like a 'holic
My fingers all down my throat and let you f*cks face vomit
And since you n*ggas garbage, I'm taxing so pay homage
And if you n*ggas don't then my action is way Bronson
Either we beat them up or we A-Town stomp them
"Look n*gga, don't heat them up!" "Ain't no other f*cking option."
"These n*ggas'll sweeten up!" "Icing on Cinnabon boxes."
"Now they want to treat me up!" "No problem n*gga we Marshals."
I got this: all you n*ggas b*tches and you're topless
I drink Scottish whiskey with a b*tch until it's awkward
You ain't got to say you hear me, I know it because you jock it
For the money in my wallet, my n*ggas spit it hot pockets
[Hook: Left Brain]