Foogba lyrics

[Intro]
B-B-Big Los on the track, boy!

[Chorus]
Flexin' with your b*tch, yeah, I know that I'm the sh*t (Skrr)
We're running through this sh*t, b*tch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the sh*ts (Hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
Flexin' with your b*tch, yeah, I know that I'm the sh*t (Skrr)
We're running through this sh*t, b*tch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the sh*ts (Hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it

[Verse 1]
Thirty forties poppin' now
Pinch you in your damn hometown
Can't pull out, I'm passing out
And wake me up, I'm stuntin' now (Skrr)
Beamer engine burning now
Swisher blunt some action now
Euro clothes, and I'ma smush and di*k 'em down and kick 'em out
Smash, we gon' smash
Burning blunts, we don't smoke glass (Nah)
What you want? Smoking strong
Got your b*tch down to her thong (Hahaha)
Windows down, choppers up
Greaser boy, you outta luck
We gon' catch you, light, ignite you
Rat ass b*tch gon' look like Raichu
We don't duck, give no f*cks, middle fingers up to cops
Blonde hair, I'm super drunk, hotboxing armored trucks
What you want? Looking dumb, jugg the trap, we do for fun
Pistols holding up your tongue
This di*k gon' get your ho so sprung
Rolling through this sh*t, gon' got my bank out counterfeit (Skrr)
Got a fifth inside my Swisher, we finessin' out this sh*t
Camo'd down, I got my b*tch, trappin', rappin' got me rich
If you with it then I'm with, let's go do some badass sh*t
Yes, I'm rich as sh*t (Yeah), my main hoe tweaking b*tch (b*tch)
A thirty in the hammer, we gon' get this one all handled (Hahaha)
'Bout it, b*tch, I said "let's go," downing Bailey's, moving slow
pus*y boy, I know you is, I really, really know you is
Never gave no f*cks, dropped out ninth grade and now I'm global
Got a fifth inside my soda, switching lanes, I crash my Rover
And she geekin', yeah she geekin'
Why the f*ck my b*tch stay geekin'?
I'm the reason, been the reason, yeah, my b*tch can't even see me
[Chorus]
Flexin' with your b*tch, yeah, I know that I'm the sh*t (Skrr)
We're running through this sh*t, b*tch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the sh*ts (Hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
Flexin' with your b*tch, yeah, I know that I'm the sh*t (Skrr)
We're running through this sh*t, b*tch, five digits on the check
Sippin' on the Tech, yeah, my kidneys with the sh*ts (Hahaha)
Oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it

[Verse 2]
My momma said, "stop juggin'," said she really, really worried
Threw herself a couple hundreds, now the sh*t a different story
Chewin Xans, been the man, f*ck a b*tch, can't trust no b*tch
In my pockets, couple grand, in my Swisher, couples grams (Skrr)
Flexin' on a b*tch, don't even let her suck my di*k
Bathing Ape, it be my sweater, bloody ink on my love letter
If you try me, givin' medals, swear to God I'm going mental
pus*y rot, the mouth so gentle
Reynolds b*tch, stay in your kennel (Hahahaha)
Thumper tucked, I'm in this sh*t
Breaking hearts, some dreamboat sh*t
Squad out when we stomp your sh*t
No time for sh*t, we taking sh*t
Twitter thuggin', what it do?
Just make one call, they out for you
Fifty shells, get stuck like glue
Can no b*tch ever make me drool
Going up, no going down
I swear to God, we made it now
Trasher tees my Dapper dream
Oh, Satan won't you hang with me?
Wavy pus*y, sailor's dream
Gone off lean, I slowly breathe
Model b*tch, she f*ck with me, I dog 'em raw, f*ck STD's