Foul Out lyrics

[Intro]
(Yamnie got some fire, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Young Kidd got the heat, baby)

[Chorus: Noodah05]
One little chopper make the whole bird sing (Make the whole bird sing)
Stackin' up my dollars, hope that sh*t do change (Show 'em how I do)
I been workin' on my craft, I think I found a new wave (Yeah)
Lost my profit on the dice, I got it back in two days
On the road to riches, bro, we ain't gotta race, it's two lanes (Yeah)
I couldn't let her in, I left my heart out (My heart out)
Hood got me screamin' out this b*tch, we some headbusters
We too aggressive and we ballin', we might foul out

[Verse 1: Noodah05]
I'm quick to touch that finish line, what you gon' start now? (What you gon' start now?)
I'm freaky when I f*ck my b*tch, I'll probably hold her down (Nasty)
I'm takin' flights with all my feelings, pain when I smile (Tragic)
I'm gettin' drunk on all this liquor, f*ck me how you want
Stella got her groove back like Angela Bassett (Like Angela Bassett)
I'ma work the driver seat, my lil' dog work the TEC (Rraow, rraow)
I ain't stuntin' no n*gga on the 'net 'cause they ain't threats (Yah, yah)
Ran into some diamonds, all I seen a TRX (Wow)
She gon' go from Instagram soon as she see her check (See her check)
A lot of n*ggas sayin' that they gon' crash, well, n*gga, wreck (Well, n*gga, wreck)
Knew they was gon' cop it soon as they had caught a chance (Chance, yeah, to stand)
Have somethin' to stand for, these n*ggas takin' stands (Cheese)
[Chorus: Noodah05]
One little chopper make the whole bird sing (Make the whole bird sing)
Stackin' up my dollars, hope that sh*t do change (Show 'em how I do)
I been workin' on my craft, I think I found a new wave (Yeah)
Lost my profit on the dice, I got it back in two days
On the road to riches, bro, we ain't gotta race, it's two lanes (Yeah)
I couldn't let her in, I left my heart out (My heart out)
Hood got me screamin' out this b*tch, we some headbusters
We too aggressive and we ballin', we might foul out

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Yeah, mini-Draco same size as a handgun
Threw away all the FN, that sh*t went down, the b*tch had jammed on me
Known for walkin' 'round this b*tch with bands on me
All that tough sh*t, really bluffin', bet a n*gga won't put his hands on me
I go off, I don't need Céline things, just a Bottega jacket
I'd be somewhere sellin' whole things if I ain't make it rappin'
I'm still somewhere sellin' whole things and I done made it rappin'
Know this sh*t ain't nothin' like it seem, I know they all cappin'
My lil' n*ggas rockin' thirties for they belt, ain't gotta step
Hundred shots inside a Trackhawk, I ain't never by myself
Make a million out this cabinet, they can't put me on no shelf
Shout out cuz 'nem out in Cali, they keep sendin' all these deps

[Chorus: Noodah05]
One little chopper make the whole bird sing (Make the whole bird sing)
Stackin' up my dollars, hope that sh*t do change (Show 'em how I do)
I been workin' on my craft, I think I found a new wave (Yeah)
Lost my profit on the dice, I got it back in two days
On the road to riches, bro, we ain't gotta race, it's two lanes (Yeah)
I couldn't let her in, I left my heart out (My heart out)
Hood got me screamin' out this b*tch, we some headbusters
We too aggressive and we ballin', we might foul out