Foul Play lyrics

[Verse 1]
Don't even play with me n*gga I'll pay the hell out them killas (yeah)
I went and went on a mission stood on the block with them n*ggas (yeahhh)
They ain't got nothin' but respect I ain't got nothin' but a check (aye)
That fishin ware(?) I'm a vet I hang this b*tch out a vette (hahaa)
You pus*y n*ggas get wet you pus*y n*ggas get sprayed
And while y'all worried bout me n*gga you pus*y n*ggas get paid (dayumm)
I got a black California(?) I drive that b*tch when I want (yeah)
A spanish b*tch in Miami I f*ck that b*tch when I want (thats riiight)
I got a chopper outside It's in the back of my ride (ride)
I put one in the hole and shoot that b*tch till I'm tired (boom)
We gangstas we move in silence respecting nothing but violence
I'm killin' thanks to my stylist lets have a moment of silence shhh (Aye)

[Hook]
Half a million in cars in your drive way (drive way)
Just put another quarter mil on the highway (yeah)
Got it all on tonight the b*tches fillin' em (yeahhh)
And every time I step out you I'm killin' em (lets go!)

Foul play! Im talkin' foul play
I put the rollie on and killed them n*ggas all day (hahaa)
Foul play! Im talkin' foul play
Where I'm from you pussies get hit up like err day (lets go!)

[Verse 2]
I gots no love for these n*ggas there ain't no need to be friends (nah)
I get no roll from them figgas ain't not need to pretend (hahaa)
I lost some paper in (?) bounced back beat my cases (dayumm)
Say he comin with fifty think I met him Masses(?) (thats riiight)
I'm talkin so many birds look like we having a feast (feast)
I'm talkin so many birds filled up the back of caprice (woo)
When I fell out with my plug look I went straight to the store (yeah)
And then i rolled through my hood passed out them choppas galore (aye)
Only ones hating on young is sucka n*ggas and rappers (why)
I know two things they ain't thats real n*ggas and trappers (yeah)
I just copped me a rollie cost a new Maserati (dayum)
458 with exhaust that b*tch sound like a Bugatti whats hattnin
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[Verse 3]
Got them extendos in 40's them b*tches look like they ladders (dayumm)
Take a 125 I whip that b*tch like its batter (woo)
They just rap bout this sh*t I shot out the trap bout this sh*t (aye)
Gave me a back full of wolves got me for like half of that brick (yeahhh)
I drop that window in traffic you just start clickin' and clackin' (aye)
You swear it was paparazzi the way them b*tches was flashin' (hahaa)
Got on them gloves man I'm killin' I'm boutta catch me a body (yeah)
She come upstairs and they f*ckin' she gone be catchin' the lobby (that riiight)
I don't know nothin' but killas (nothin' but killas) I don't know nothin' but dealas (nothin' but dealas)
This is ain't nothin' but rap (wassup) I don't fear none of you n*ggas (nah)
Im talkin poppin the choppers n*gga (boom) and wipin' the prints (wipin' the prints)
Im talkin white on red lamb I swear it look like a mint you know

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