FOOT ON NECK lyrics

[Intro]
Oh, really?
Size 42 Bottega right on your neck, n*gga, stop playin' with me, haha
Doe Beezy, let's go (Uh)

[Verse]
Ain't no pressure I can't take 'cause I'm a gangster (Gangster)
n*gga, why you fakin'? Won't admit it, I'm who made you (Gangster)
I'm the one that turnt you to a demon, I'm who raised you (Gangster)
You ain't have no hope, stuck in them trenches, I'm who saved you (Fool)
Seen some n*ggas switch that I thought'd never change up (Fools)
It was all good 'til I signed to a major (Progressed)
Loved me at the bottom, now they hate I'm on the way up (That's crazy)
Now it's up, up, way up, ballin', lay-up
n*ggas fake as f*ck, I don't kick it, rather lay up
With the baddеst b*tch, big dog, got my weight up
Hard on a b*tch since I got my heart brokе by— (Let's go)
Passed it up with molly, went way harder, got my cake up (Come here, baby)
But it's all love, hit the club, pourin' eights up
Dare a pus*y n*gga play with us, we shootin' waist up
I'ma get my lick back, that's for every n*gga that played with us (Bah-bah-bah-bah)
Pistol like a pencil and the switchy the eraser (Think I'm playin'?)
Pull the chalk out, n*gga, we erase the fakers (We erase the fakers)
She can't leave me 'lone 'cause she love the way I ate her (Mwah, come here, baby)
Beat that sh*t up, feel you c*mmin', pick the pace up
This di*k fire as f*ck, made her go and tat her face up (Oh, really? Hah)
D-O-E, I be killin' sh*t, DOA (Doe Beezy)
I'm a big ol' G, you can ask the streets, we don't play
n*ggas askin' us what type of time we on, b*tch, we on gang, yeah (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Time we on, b*tch, we on gang, gang (Let's go)
Thirty-five racks on the Rolex (Rollie)
Type of sh*t you n*ggas brag 'bout sh*t I don't flex
All he do is yappin' out the mouth, boy ain't no threat (pus*y)
Still rep the old set, tell a b*tch I'm Knowles to death (Knowles Ave)
n*gga try the gang, we crash out, cause a whole wreck (Skrrt)
n*gga try the bird, up this Desert Eagle, b*tch, you gon' get pecked (Boom-boom-boom)
f*ck around, come sip this purp', lick that b*tch right off her breast
I'm too focused doin' me, no, I do not sh*t on my ex
Nan' one was on my mind when I was buyin' them baguettes
Them Bottegas how I step, you know what season, foot on neck (Steppin', you think I'm playin'?)
Pluto always got my respect, he put my killers on his jet (Freeband Gang)
b*tch, my savages, my savages, been told you I was next, n*gga (Oh, really?)
[Outro]
Doe Beezy
You know, I'm just vibin', man, I'm just coolin', man, you know
Got some real sh*t on my mind, you know, hah
You dig?
Rubberband Money Gang, n*gga
Rubberband everything, man, it's all I know (Yeah, brr)