Fox 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Roadrunner GlockBoyz Tez, Cash Kidd]
Woo! Ran off with a n*gga sh*t
He ain't even ask for it back
Cause he know how me and all my n*gga's get
If he try some sh*t, he know he getting wacked
Choppa hold a hundred, I ain't missing sh*t
If we miss that n*gga with it, bet I hit his b*tch
Don't give a f*ck, somebody died, that's all the same sh*t
Menace to society, I'm on my Caine sh*t
Ay, this n*gga sweeter than a cinna-stick
Death threats, other than that, n*gga's ain't sending sh*t
If I see a opp in traffic, I'ma stop his sh*t
He can't even ride with his momma in the whip!
n*gga, f*ck a b*tch, all these hoes needy
She done ate the wholе di*k, boy, these hoes greedy
I bought somе Buffs for the culture, now these hoes easy
She gone let me f*ck, cause she think I know Peezy
I know Rondae, Woo, Chino, and JR
Cash Kidd, DZ, and that n*gga Snap
I'm just letting hoes know about it off rip
Just to see how much pus*y I can get for that!
If this n*gga send location, knock him off the map
Lil n*gga called me broke, boy that big cap
You would have been fell off if it wasn't for rap
I ain't hating on no n*gga, I'm stating the facts
Ay, all these Glocks on me, I can't f*ckin' move
All these Chops on me, I can't f*ckin' move
If a n*gga try me, he gone make the news (the news)
f*ck a friendly ho, I like my b*tches rude, n*gga
Ay, f*ck a friendly ho, I like my b*tches rude!
Tss, heh, you too? Huh
If a b*tch n*gga try me, he gone make the news!
[Verse 2: Cash Kidd]
Huh, Tez, let a n*gga try me, watch the breaking news
Come on, you know Marc armed, but it ain't a bruise
Get a body in this b*tch like a Kangaroo
Send yo pus*y ass a message, but it ain't a nude
My b*tch punching with her friends, call her Sailor Moon (she is)
My dog dropped a four-one, no, not April Fools
Fell out with a lame, I ain't changing crews
If I fall out with my n*gga's, it's still f*ck the opps
Still money over b*tches, n*gga, f*ck a thot
f*ck yo pus*y, is you real and can you suck a c*ck? (ay, ay)
Used to punch a clock, now I'm tryna punch a yacht
Rap b*tch think I love her, made her f*ck the squad
Yeah, like Amanda Show, b*tch, I'm all that
All facts, you can't get no di*k, I need all neck
In the mall strapped, out in Cali, thanks to all black
Get your dog wacked, Carti's on me, like I'm Offset
f*cked around, got neck for so long, my leg caught cramps
Boy you better use all cash, or get your card cracked
Yeah, f*ck this rap sh*t, you can't get no feature
Punching all day, I feel like Vegeta
Yeah, saucy n*gga, wacked a n*gga off a Margarita
Bullets hopping off the pole, like John Cena (bow, bow)
Lil dog think he a swiper, cause he slide pizza
All these punches on me, call me Sharkeisha
n*gga, yeah