nikssick - FOUL! (feat. makeoutcy & imtxkyo)

If he talking foul
Then we gon gun him down
30 Shots up in this K
I don't need 100 rounds
Bitch i'm in a high speed chase
Ain't no way i'm stopping now
Bitch i smoke exotic gas
Copped the pack from out of town
Copped the pack
You know i got it
Chasing racks
I make a profit
For you pussies
Pocket watching
Hit you with my pocket rocket
I don't got the time for talking
She hit my line
But i got options
We gon hit you
If you oppin'
Talking foul
Your body dropping

Bitch you got me body droppin
we gon leave you in a case
You fuck boy got me rollIng
Steam riding through the chase
Fuck you bitch go die
Hope yo cup of henny laced
I want you dead
I want you lying
Bloody bodies on ya face
Caught you homie hopping
Leave a boy down in a drain
He dead now
Bleeding out
Ain't nobody find a trace
Im like a shadow in the dark
A corner every step away
Don't test me (be)fore i come for you
I'll leave you gone without your face

If he talking foul
Then we gon gun him down
30 Shots up in this K
I don't need 100 rounds
Bitch i'm in a high speed chase
Ain't no way i'm stopping now
Bitch i smoke exotic gas
Copped the pack from out of town
Copped the pack
You know i got it
Chasing racks
I make a profit
For you pussies
Pocket watching
Hit you with my pocket rocket
I don't got the time for talking
She hit my line
But i got options
We gon hit you
If you oppin'
Talking foul
Your body dropping

Pull up wit a 100 round
We gon put him in the ground
Pull up wit a Draco an I call that bitch
My hell hound
Put a bullet through your skull
I won't hear a single sound
Dump him in the lake now his
Body won't be found
Imma pull up dirty tinted
It's blacked out wit a fitted
Imma really fucking kill you
So don't go and get it twisted
Pour a cup of lean that's my
Lucky liquid
An shoutout to my motha
Cus she knew that I was gifted
Lil' bitch

If he talking foul
Then we gon gun him down
30 Shots up in this K
I don't need 100 rounds
Bitch i'm in a high speed chase
Ain't no way i'm stopping now
Bitch i smoke exotic gas
Copped the pack from out of town
Copped the pack
You know i got it
Chasing racks
I make a profit
For you pussies
Pocket watching
Hit you with my pocket rocket
I don't got the time for talking
She hit my line
But i got options
We gon hit you
If you oppin'
Talking foul
Your body dropping

Written by:
Izaac Feather, Mantas Statkevicius, Nik Earl

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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