Foenem grave, the gang play dirty, step outside, boy, clutch that .30
This bitch want me buy her Birkins, but I got bros locked in counties
Free the guys, there ain
30K, that ain
On the night Smurk won his Grammy, what he do? Pull up on gang
I
I don
Know I rap and all, but I
Shots let off, they dip, when lil
Put shit up with millis, but I put most shit up with that Drac
When I tote that Micro, it
But it
Phones be tapped, don
He popped fake Percs, he a zombie (zombie)
New straight-eight Jeep, yeah, we doggin
When we outside, shit get wet up, we done flamed shit up on Halsted (no bap)
Niggas tryna tweak with Chuckyy, better have money for them coffins
Boy, you better move precautious
Headshot, brain cells, boy, he lost
Foenem grave, this shit gettin
I don
Lil
We want bloodbath, we gettin
Millis and buttons go off in the
Lil
Niggas be out here bitched out, actin
Fuck off 10K, that shit light, more dog shit on me, ain
No bitch ever told me, "No," I fuck, then leave stuff on her face (no bap)
You ain
She jumped in my fuckin
I just been livin
Me and Smurk keep back to back in Lambos, boy, we tryna race (no bap)
Foenem grave, they gotta free Smurk, he say that shit like every day
Stuffed that lil
Hope everybody from the
I know this is not a race, but, on foenem, I
They like, "Chill, bro, why you cocky?" But I got told that from the greats (no bap)
10 mil
I don
30S ain
SRT got extra power, leave smoke all up on the strip (skrrt, skrrt)
We chill inside niggas
Niggas see me, they be spooked, they heard I make shit disappear
I got on my Marni slippers, they ain
Chuckyy don
Niggas hide behind security when they see us, niggas bitch (he a bitch)
Prime example, stop that bappin
We get active, really, we get active, left shit on cement
2025 McLaren, my first time drivin
I don
Pour up lean when I feel sick, don
Chuckyy only fuck with Tris, off a triple, high as shit
Know my cup filled to the brim, Fox BD, pass me Jolly Ranch
My outfit cost Cali rent (damn), and my cup cost a phone bill (no bap)
Every time these niggas woofin
We don
We done gave out plenty spankings, started rap so I could chill (on pills again, on pills again)
But shit go on, be for real, they still wanna lie to me still (no bap)
Foenem grave, man, never gon