NOT FOLK lyrics

[Intro]
Run that up, Rico
Grrt, grrt
Y'all n*ggas see what the f*ck is going on
Whole lotta woo sh*t
Big bready, big bready sh*t (Bread, grr)
Woo, we do not twirl at all

[Chorus]
b*tch, I am not folk, f*ck coach, b*tch, I drop choo
Chevy bread, I'm the top zoe
Getting money, n*ggas not broke
And still swervin' every pothole

[Verse]
If they alive and they twirling, they lucky
Ain't stacking sh*t, I be spending my money
Violence my slogan, my knuckles is bloody
Coka got locked for a b*tch, he a dummy
All of my n*ggas is savage, they hungry
All of my shooters in black when it's sunny
AMG Benz when I'm sliding through Garvey
b*tch, I am not folk so scratch that
I got shots on any n*gga with a black flag
n*ggas pus*y on the gang, I don't rap cap
Blew the section, make my lil' homie stash that, look
Bands in my pockets, you know that it's reading
Big GDK if he lacking, I leave him
Not ducking the beef, no, my n*ggas ain't vegan
Baby, come suck on this treasure (Woo)
Woo from the Floss, yeah, we do it better
Dread just copped a Beretta (Grrt)
No holster, n*gga, got it tucked in my sweater
b*tch, I am not folk, new opp pack, this is not jokes
You ain't gang, n*gga, you is not bro
And it's still f*ck all the opps though (FTO, n*gga)
Look, upping the blicky you ain't gonna flock it
Close to my glizzy, on my waist the knockings
Leaving the van, he got shot in the morning
Big blixkyK, all my woos be performin'
Brodie just shot and we hopped in the foreign
Dressed Saint Laurent, all my shooters important
Throw up the woo, she gon' jack that (Woo)
Catch a opp on the lanes, pull his cap back
Crashy just caught him a black flag (Red dot)
If I call Ace, he shoot out the Wraith
Big falayo, b*tch, I stay with apes (Falayo)
In the Floss, man, you know it ain't safe
Dafi Woo, if I call up Bear, he gon' flock at you
And these pus*y n*ggas, I done robbed a few
And the .40 on me keep a knock or two
I'm GDK so I drop choo, Joey my crippy, he sliding on dizzys too many shots to they Tahoe
Coach is like 40, I slide in the foreign them project n*ggas gon' die broke
New pack, f*ck the choos, n*gga, woo back and I up the rakes just to shoot that

[Chorus]
b*tch, I am not folk (Nah), f*ck coach, b*tch, I drop choo
Chevy bread, I'm the top zoe (Woo)
Getting money, n*ggas not broke
And still swervin' every pothole