Foxes vs Foxes lyrics

[Intro]
Okay
Let's do it
Huh, huh, yeah
n*gga
Uh

[Verse 1]
pus*y did my lil' brother in, okay, I see how we playin' it
I'm the man, n*gga hate when I mix one, rather go to the penitentiary
I really saw souls hit the sky, I really seen killers cry
I really hang around n*ggas that'll cut off your fingers and take your f*ckin' life
Foxes vs. foxes, yeah, I see how this sh*t gettin' played now
I'm really Otto vibin', I really wanna see some blood on this town
I been sittin' back and puttin' this puzzle together, I'm tryna figure this out
I wanna suit up for real, but Gotti told Bagg, "Make Fatt leave the town"
Chop his head like a f*ckin' chicken, when I hit the city, Scats and еxtensions
When the hoеs around, we don't speak on business
I'll have that move to hit a Drac' at his kidney
How this sh*t goin', the OGs talkin', ain't listen
I put the switches on my hood and the city
How I'm feelin', when I see bro, I'ma—, pus*y
These n*ggas comin' like f*ckin' rookies, they ain't tryna kill a n*gga
n*gga, I put this sh*t on a n*gga head for my hood, and that's just how I'm feelin'
I really had love for you, n*gga, I really f*cked with you, n*gga
Takin' that lil' n*gga soul and life from you like takin' away my kidney
Bro finna suit up and handle the business while Fatt Fox sign for these millions
I just called my mama like, "Quit your job" and I f*ckin' meant it
I'm finna get these foxes all a pendant
If you ain't dyin' for this, you ain't gettin' a pendant
[Interlude]
I'm talkin' 'bout, n*gga, I be really headfirst 'bout this sh*t, I'm talkin' 'bout smackin' sh*t

[Verse 2]
We finna cash out on steamers and Glocks
n*gga, fox 'nem finna finna f*ck up a lot of blocks
It's certain sh*t we can't do 'cause the feds hot
Talkin' 'bout Otto, you must want your head chopped
I done seen a lot of rich trap n*ggas flop
I got dope and bad b*tches in the spot
They wanna smoke, got [?][1:23]
Anybody 'round me catch an M, I'ma bond 'em out
Everybody that's 'round me on murder timin', n*gga, no coppin' out
All these n*ggas that's callin' my phone on demon time, can't calm 'em down

[Interlude]
That's just really how it's goin', like, it's a wrap now
Like, if any man on squashin', that type of time
Like, you can't come around me, like, it ain't sh*t you could do

[Verse 3]
I got a good connection with killers on camera
Bro gonna smack you soon as you up the guys
Just f*cked a ho with a million followers
I left the pus*y throbbin'
Bro 'nem really control choppers
I can give a junkie the keys for some dope and pasta