Fox

Текст песни 70th Street Carlos - Fox

Fox Lyrics[Verse]
Let me tell you why they don't like me, 'cause I do my shit
If it's up there it's stuck there, I don't care who you with
Doctors say I'm dumb, teachers say I'm a hooligan
If I did it once, what make you think I won't do it again
Different colors on me, but I ain't with that gay shit
Niggas sneak dissin', when they see me, they don't say shit
Tre hit me up, "Come pick me up, I'm at Lay shit"
Bet, I'm on the way, I'm leavin' now, I'm leavin' Zay shit
Hit the mall, I got five on me, just to buy somethin'
Everybody strapped just in case you try to try somethin'
I'm the real thing, what you made 'cause you not somethin'?
On the Percocets, itchin' to scratch you like I got somethin'
Plane leave at 4 so by 2 I'm out the door then
You don't suck dick? What you mean? I'm finna go then
Hit her from the back, she try to run, rip out her soul then
He on them X pills, that nigga rollin', woo
I'm in here sweatin' like I'm workin' out
Big old booty bitch, she shake that ass, lil' mama twerk it out
Nut all in her face, she put it in her mouth and slurp it out
I drink so much lean, just like a baby, I'ma burk it out
Stop at circle K, go get an ice cup
Pull up like a president, we hoppin' out the white truck
Play and you gon' lay, could get you gone just for a nice buck
Keep mind out when it's smooth, I swear to God he act just like pluck
I got Gucci on my feet but I ain't even braggin'
I put on anything, I ain't even swaggin'
Why you smilin' in my face? Bitch, I ain't even laughin'
I'ma stunt my ass off 'cause I ain't never had shit, look
Hit up Ky B, they comin' with the pack
I ain't talkin' computer, I just got a MAC
I gotta keep that bitch, bitch, I don't never lack
Call us war equipped with all that stuntin', bitch, it ain't never that
Look, this dick up in the Glock long as a flagpole
I talk a lot of shit, I bet my breath smell like an asshole
They like, "Carlos, you throwed off," no nigga, I'm passed throwed
Why you liftin' weights? I'm out just tryna get my cash swole, yeah
Five plus two, that equals seven
All my niggas side by side just like eleven
I'm finna get a whole pint, let me hit up Devin
All you niggas do is talk, just like a reverend
Keep that Stephen Curry on me, I feel like Kevin