Fox 5 (feat. Gunna)

Lil Keed

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    (Let's go, Mário)
    Man, all the hoes in the fuckin' background, y'all shut the fuck up
    Fuck you talkin', man, R5 in the fuckin' building
    Show some respect
    Kick them folks out the spot, slime
    She still talkin'? (No)
    Oh, okay

    [Lil Keed]
    Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
    Yeah, send your best robber, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
    Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it's Matt Ryan
    Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
    I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
    Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce
    I'm with R5, R5
    Catch you at the red light, black out
    Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
    Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
    Rich nigga, I don't eat Popeyes
    Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
    And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
    Yeah, you know we're gonna FOX 5 'em
    Yeah, you know we're gonna FOX 5 'em
    Yeah, you know we're gonna FOX 5 'em

    [Gunna]
    Yeah, we're gonna FOX 5 'em (FOX 5 'em)
    Don't make me call the clock stopper (Clock stopper)
    Ah, pretty lil' vibe, skeetin' in her eye
    Nickname jaw locker (Nickname jaw locker)
    Feel like I glide, I been gettin' high
    Nigga, I'm a pill popper (Nigga, I'm a pill popper)
    We got ten hundred-round choppers (Nah)
    Heard you was a junkie, used to steal copper (Nah)
    Pull up, whip game proper
    Money get A, lotta cake like Betty Crocker (Cake like Betty Crocker)
    Uh, beatin' through your bae, stalkers, I know every day robbers, gotta keep a door stopper (Gotta keep a door stopper)
    Yeah, I be gettin' more llama, Gunna, he a roadrunner, and his bitch a headhunter (And his bitch a headhunter)
    Billions just like Ted Turner gotta keep a real burner, never been a store runner (Never been a store runner)
    These bitches yell: Go, Gunna (Go, Gunna)
    You gotta be your own boss, uh (Own boss)
    Dressed like a showoff, go and get it, don't talk, let the money rub off (Let the money rub off)
    Nah, these niggas gettin' cut off, this is not a love lost, we'll never do soft (We'll never do soft)
    You pussy niggas too soft (Niggas too soft)
    Free all my niggas, gotta prison walk (Free the gang)

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    [Lil Keed]
    Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
    Yeah, send your best robber, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
    Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it's Matt Ryan
    Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
    I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
    Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce
    I'm with R5, R5
    Catch you at the red light, black out
    Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
    Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out

    Hundred round drum on your boy, and we just hopped out a Royce
    We pullin' up with a silencer, no, they ain't makin' noise
    Man, I had to pack the shirt, man, I had to peppermint it
    Yeah, I send a big blitz, yeah, I had to go and end it
    Go and drop the fuckin' pin, we'll pull up in a minute
    Yeah, I know the Lord mad at me 'cause a nigga sinnin'
    I ain't talkin' motherfuckin' testin' Ray J, man, I come out that Wraith just with motherfuckin' bangers
    I let that cutter hit every angle, I come out that back, whips like I'm Django
    What the fuck a pussy boy had said?
    I don't know if he ain't speakin' slime language
    And I just left town with ten, pockets on top, nigga, no time to count us (Say what?)

    Free Homicide, it was just a homicide, yeah, in the daytime
    Yeah, send your best robber, know we'll kill him, thinkin' he gon' take mine
    Know I'm ballin' on a bitch ass nigga, and I pass his ho like it's Matt Ryan
    Yeah, you live longer if you mind your business, 'cause I'ma mind mine
    I grab a carbine, lil' boy, my bitch, she fuckin' on toys
    Bored, then jump off the porch, smokin' opp pack in the Royce
    I'm with R5, R5
    Catch you at the red light, black out
    Yeah, we guaranteed to shoot his lights out
    Yeah, I guarantee these niggas tap out
    Rich nigga, I don't eat Popeyes
    Presidential Rollie, brought the clock out
    And I know you niggas tryna gain clout
    Yeah, you know we're gonna FOX 5 'em
    Yeah, you know we're gonna FOX 5 'em
    Yeah, you know we're gonna FOX 5 'em

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